"GETTYSBURG" 



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AMERICAN CIVIL WAR, 



BY W. J. McKEE, 

PITTSBURGH. PA. 
(38 Market St.) 



Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1879, by W. J. 

McKee, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress 

at Washington, D. C. 



Printed by Nevis, Gribbin & Co., 115 Liberty Strebt. 







DRAMATIS PERSONS. 



^ (NORTHERK.) 

John Cook, Farmer. 

Mrs. Mary Cook, Wife. 

Harry Cook. 

Percy Cook. 

Sam Cook, (Boy.) 

Charley Harris. 

Jennie Morton. 

Irish Jerry, Rose, Preston, &c. 

"Mexico," a Libby Hero. 



(Southern.) 

Belle Kane, Southern Spy. 
Dick Kane, Her Brother. 
Mrs. H. Carter, Her Friend. 
Mason, C, S. A. 
Johnson, C. S A. 
Joe and Lucy, Slaves. 
Eussell— "Half-and-Half." 
Soldiers, U.S. and C.S. 
Boys, Girls, Ac. 



PLOT. 



The play involves a pass. In '61, the opening of the War, Belle 
Kane, the Heroine, is stopping North, at Gettysburg, and wishing to go 
South, her home, a pass, obtained through Cousin Percy Cook, is given 
her to go. She runs the guard and keeps the pass and with it and 
Southern passes North she plays the Southern Spy. Some Union offi- 
cers she tricks to an evening party; among them Harry Cook, her 
co'isin-lover. There H, is wounded, captured with the rest and sent 
to Libby. Her Cousin, Percy Cook, rival to Harry, she meets at Tomb 
of Washington, between the lines, and plots with him— offended by the 
slavery question in the war— to surrender to the South his Union 
troops. While there the bugle call " Advance," is heard. She fears his 
safety and suggests a pass. In the act of handing one she's startled by 
a noise (the step of Harry Cook, escaped from Libby) ; and crossing 
from the right to left she gives him (Percy) the fatal pass. With it 
P.'s captured on the picket lines by Southern guards. They drop it 
taking him to camp. 'Tis seen by Harry, taken together with the pis- 
tol dropped by Percy on the scene, and brought to Gettysburg, his home. 
There 'tis loaded into Percy's pistol, together with the ball from Harry's 
arm, by little Sam, his younger brother, and at the battle's endmg, 
Percy's pass avenges Percy's death. 



V 



GETTYSBURG, 

A DRAMA 

OF THE 

AMERICAN CIVIL \yAR. 



ACT FIRST. SCENE FIRST. 

Interior of John Cook's house, Gettysburg, Pa. — R. lattice window ; C. D. 
and L. D.; desk and tables; fire-place on. L; mantel — rifle o'er it; 
Boy Sam reading newspaper to J. C. 

John. I see there will be war. There's nothing now will satisfy the 
Southern heart but war. Just read those last few lines again, my boy. 
Read louder, if you can. 

Sam. {Reads.] " We say it once again we do not want a Union with 
the Yankees north. No ! A Union with a nation of hyenas far were 
better — far better than with them. Union ? No ! Freedom is what 
we want and what we mean to have, and have we will, or have the 
freest fight for it this country ever had. It's freedom, Southern inde- 
pendence now, or war— a war unto the knife— the knife unto the hilt." 
[Loud cheers.] 

J. Let me see that. [Reads it.'] There's blood in every word. De- 
termined now they are to rule or ruin. 

S. And will they come and fight us, Pa ? 

J. They will, my boy. Not you, perhaps ; but Harry they will, and 
Percy they will, and me and all the rest like us— all, all ; they'll come 
and fight us all, my boy. 

S. And Cousin Belle? 

J. Your Cousin Belle ? Ah, my boy, I fear you are going to lose tha t 
cousin now. She'll go away, I fear, unto the South, and you will never ^ 
never see her more. [Aside.'] No, no, I should not talk this way to 
him; no, no, not now, not now. 

S. And Cousin Belle will fight them there ? 

J. Come, come, my child, we'll talk no more of war. It may not 
come at all. Come, find some other news and read. Look here — this 
side. [Points.] The corner there, up high— what's that about? 

S. [Turns paper.] The war comet. 

J. The war comet I Well, that you needn't read- no, skip that now. 
Look 'round for other news— some foreign news. You see some there? 
Look 'round. 



4 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

Belle. lEnters L. D., letter in hand.'] I'm come in, Uncle, for a letter 
stamp. Not out, are j'ou? \At desk.} No; you've one, I see. 

J. [Turning.'] Why, BeJle, dear, I thought you had gone to church- 
that Boston preacher is come, you know? 

B. I know it, Uncle, and thought to have this letter done in time to- 
go and hear him ; but it seems I missed it. But I can go to-night and 
hear him, all the same. I see here's just one litile word to change. 
Where is that pen of Percy's now? 

J. Hand me that paper, Sam. 

B, You see that pen of Percy's, Sam?— here, there or anywhere? 
Oh, here it is— all right. [ Writes.] 

J. The paper has some very wicked news thias morning, Belle^ 
Where is that speech ? 

B. Yes ; politics, I suppose— is it ? 

J. Yes ; politics it is. Where is it now ? I'll find it. 

B. Nothing serious, is it ? 

Wicked, to say the least. Ah, here it is ! I'll read it now and 
you shall judge. 'Tis something in a speech made South. [Reads.') 
We say, &c. What say you now to that ? 

S. [goes to B.] You'll not go 'way and leave us; will you. Belle? 

J. 'Tis wicked, very wicked, talk. 

B. Not very wicked for a politician, is it Uncle? You know allow- 
ance must be made for them ; they all must " gush," as you say, must 
live, sir? 

J, I see you're not inclined to think it serious. 

B. Serious ? Indeed no, Uncle. In fact I think the more these poli- 
ticians, North and South, break out and talk for war the more I think 
we'll keep in peace. Indeed I do. That's Bella's serious thought and 
Harry's too, the way he spoke to me but yesterday. Yes. [Pause.1 
Come Uncle, have you anything to send in this to Brother Dick ? I've 
left some space. What shall it be ? 

S. You'll not go way and leave us ; will you, Belle ? 

B. Kiss me. [Pause.] Anything of business. Uncle? 

J. Of business ? No, nothing of that this time. Say all are well and 

send their love to him and his [Drum heard.] What's that — adrum ? 

On Sunday ? No — can't be. Yes, there it is again. Go, Sam, see what 
it means. Eun now, quick, and hurry back. Put on your hat. That's 
very strange, indeed. 

S. [At c. D.] Here's Harry, pa ! [Exit c. D.] 

Harry. [Entering c. D.] Go it, Sam ! Well, Belle, father, news. You 
bear the news— the latest? 

B. No, Harry, no. What is it? 

H. War ! The South has fired on Sumpter ! 

B. [Aside.] War? 

J. Well ! well ! And Sumpter— Sumpter, did it fire back ? It did. 

H. Shot for shot! 



Scene l.J GETTYSBURG. 5 

J. Good! They've fired the shot whose ball will roll till every 
•slave's a man ! 

H. Yes, shot for shot Fort Sumpter fired back. So said the news. 
IPause.'] Well, I'm not here to stay, and don't you think it. [Going L, 
v.] I'm off and out again to see what's going on or coming. It's roused 
the people, father, this news. The town's ablaze ; streets full of men 
and women, boys and girls— all cheering and singiag, speeching, shout- 
ing, marching and drumming ! Oh, there never was the like ! 
J. Good ! I'm glad of that ! 

IT. No Sunday this at all outside— more like the Fourth— July. 
{Going and (urns] Oh, is Percy here. Belle ? 
£. No, I think not. Is he, uncle — Percy here ? 
J. "VN hat's that? 
H. Percy here ? 

J, No. Percy went to church, I think. 

H. Yes, I know ; but it's time he should be home; the church let out 
an hour ago nearly. 
B. An hour ago— the church ? 

H. Let out an hour ago, to leave the people talk the news— yes. 
J. The church let out ? 

H. Dismissed the people with the National Doxology— the glorious 
Star Spangled Banner. 
J. I'm glad of thai also. 

Jf. Well, I'm off, [Taking off coal.] Where's that other coat of 
mine? [Calls.] Lucy! [Exit i..d.] 

B. [Glancing at J.— aside.] I can't, can't write a single word cor- 
rectly—not one single word. [Scratches paper.] I wonder if its true, 
this news. I doubt it. 

J. [Looks at B.] Writing. Well, well, I guess I'll have to out myself 
and see what is coming next. I can't stay here ; I must know more- 
must see the people and must hear the people's voice. Oh, Belle, you see 
3'our Uncle's hat? Oh, here it is— I have it. Keep on writing. I think 
I'll take this Southern paper with me now ; 'twill teach the people some 
of Southern rights and Northern wrongs. [Going.] Well, 'tis freedom, 
Independence now or war. The South have said it and have fired the 
shot— they have fired the first, we'll see who'll fire the last ! [Exit c .d.] 
B. Dear me ! I hope it isn't true, this news. It's terrible to think it 
is. I do wish Aunt would come— She would know. There's one thing 
certain, if it's true I can't stay here— no, I can't stay here and war 
agoing on at home— never— not a day. [Pause.] But there, it is'nt true. 
No, I don't believe a word of it— not half a word, and PU not think of 
it, either. No, I'll see now how this letter reads. [Reads.] 

Gettysburg, Pa., April 17th, 1861. 
Dear Brother :— Your letter of the 10th I received in good time. ' I 
have been waiting patiently for news to write you, but will wait no 



6 . GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

longer; 'tis time it should be answered now by sometbiug, even if the 
something is not news. 'Tis quite political— your letter. The spirit of 
it tells me that you apprehend the country is about to have some trou- 
ble from the issue of the last election. For one I do not share your 
apprehension ; I see no cause. In fact I think, from all accounts about 
the matter, that parties North and South are at the present fairly tend- 
ing to a compromise. There may be yet some hot debate, some trying 
times, but all will end, I think, in compromise and peace. Yes, I think 
this wicked dream of war will pass away, and all this agitation end in 
mutual peace , and I do wish it, wish it from my heart, and hope you do the 
same, I am for peace, brother — peace first and last — peace with seces- 
sion or without it— still for peace— for anything but war. 'Tis horrible 
to think of that, and I for one would sacrifice the half of right to 
prevent it. Eut if peace is not to be unto the South, if now the troubl s 
come you apprehend, then I am with you, brother— with you in the 
storm- with you to share the danger— with you to meet the danger, if 
need be so, a little over half the way. [Speaks.] (That part I know 
he'll like.) Come weal or woe, I am the South's; her future is my 
future— her fate my fate. I love my country much, but home more. 

But I must close this now in time to get the mail, and so no more of 
iiever-endiag politics. I need not write you that I'm well ; you know 
it or can guess. Keep sending me the Southern papers, as I like to read 
them for a change. I hope you get the ones I send to you — do yon ? 
Your letters never state. Uncle and Aunt and family are all well— in 
best of health. Your Cousin Sam is still the same— as sweet a soul as 
in the world, I think, or out of it. Uncle is very kind to me, and let'a 
me have my liberty in almost everything. He sends his love to you 
and yours and best of wishes for health and happiness in years to come. 
[Druni^.] Gracious! It chills my very blood , that drum. There, that 
I think will do. Yes, it must ; no time is now, to better it. [Wriles 
and speaks.] Your loving sister, Belle— Belle.[ . A'mcs it.] Now the 
envelope. [Writes and speaks.] To Richard Kane, Richmond, Va. He'll 
get this by to-morrow night, I guess, and now to post. [Knock at c. c] 
Come in! 
Sor/. [Enters c. c] Telegram, Miss Belle Kane. [Drums.] 
B. Yes, that's my name. [Signs hook, exit boy.] From Brother 
Dick; I know it is. [Opens.] Richmond ; yes, I thought so. What's 
this? War? [Reads.] '''War is certain— come. Your Brother D." War, 
war! He knows it and he bids me come. Enoui^h ; his voice is law and 
home I come. Yes ! yes, this news is true at last, and all my hopes I see 
are shadows now and dreams. War! war, and certain. [Tears up let- 
ter.] I'll not post this; no, 'tis no use now — no use! no use! [Pause.] 
And now to home, home. Yes, home I must and quickly, ^ni no— to 
Harry first. Y'es, Harry I must see and tell him all— all ! all !— tell all, 
tell all of love — who can? [Pause.] No; no, I cannot tell him all! 
Not all— not now— no ; no, I'll kill this— this love, if so I can, and tell 



Scene 1.] GETTYSBURG. 7 • 

him -what? [Pause.] That we must part— part— and part from this. 
Kisses ring.] This! Thi^ ! Must I? [Pause— nods head.] 'T s hard— 
'tis cruel— cruel; but " war is cruelty," and I must war ! [Going L. D.] 
Harry. [At L. D.J Well, Belle, I'm going by your leave. Oh, have 
you any notion of going yourself? 
B. Harry ! Harry ! 

H. Why, cousin, what's the matter? You don't look happy. What's 
wrong? 
B. Harry, we two must part, and now. 

Jf. Part? We part? Why? How? You don't mean to say you are 
going away ? No ! . 
B. It must be said. 

If. Oh, but it musn't be said. I'll not have it said. Where's father- 
gone? Why, Belle, I thought you had come to stay some mouths. You 
said it. 

[Percy enters c. D., withdraws and listens at latticed window k.] 
B. I know it, Harry. Y''es, I know I did engage that time. But now 
this news— this news of war. Y'ou know I dare not stay from home at 
such a time — cannot. 

//. Oh, this news. Oh, yes, I see— this news of war; 'tis that has 
changed you, is it ? I see. But, cousin, perhaps it isn't true, this news, 
or only half it true. It may be false, may be overstated— who knows? 
Like as not it is. There may be nothing in it— it's possible. Why, 
bless you. Belle, this news. that's going now shouldn't change your 
heart— no. 

B. [Aside.] My heart! 

H. It may be false— all, all contradicted by to-morrow, every word 
of it. Why, the news is not "official," anyway. Didn't I tell you? 
No, not a word of it official. In fact it all may be a down-right New 
York hoax— a put-up rumor just to put up gold in Wall street market. 
Such tricks do happen now-a-days. You know it, don't you ? I do. Yes, 
happens twice or thrice a week. Some wire-pulling trick, I know it 
is. For all I know it may have come from there— New York— this 
news. No telling yet whether or no. 

B, No, no, Harry ; I cannot think it. I know it, feel it in my very 
soul, the worst is comp to pass. 'Tis all too true, this news of war, and 
home I must. 

//. Home! But the danger. Cousin ! Suppose it irue—think of the 
danger going home I 

B. Danger, Harry ! Danger! That word confirms me but the more 
to go. The greater darger is, the greater need to go. Danger 
and duty now to me are one. But there, I'm talking wild ; I know I 
am. Forgive,me, Harry, and I'll say no more. We'll part now— purt in 
peace— won't we? Yes, we will; we'll part in peace. Y'ou will not 
argue with me, will you, 'cause I go away — No, no ; you will not, 
Harry, will you ? No ! say it, Harry— say it ! 



S GETTYSBUEG. [Act 1 

H. No ! no ! Heaven forbid that I should wound you even in 
thought! But, cousin ! cousin! vrild you are to talk of leaving us on 
this wild news. Oh, it's too bad! ridiculous ! give it up— stay ! 
5. No! no! 

H. "What will your brother think ? "Why, think we forced you home. 
He will, I know he will. \Pause.] Come, give it up and stay. You 
know that you can stay here still — still have your own way, just the 
same as in the past— can think and do and say whate'er you please, 
and none to question. All that and more. Come, don't go oflf and 
make the bad news worse. 

B. Harry, I must. [Percy withdraws from tvindow.] 

H. This news is not official. I mean this rumor— this wild report of 
war — 'tis not official. Not a word — No! It's half imagination and 
half exaggeration — it is — I know it is; can't be otherwise — 'Tia notoffi- 
<;ial. You shouldn't leave us now, on that account. You have no 
cause ; that is no cause— [Z^mm^.J 

B. No, no; 't's all too true, this news. You hear? Too true, and 
home I must. I'm called— I must obey, and now you'll aid me, Harry, 
"Will you not to Ijome? Yes, you'll speak to Uncle and gain his consent ; 
will you not? Yes, and Aunt. You know I cannot part in anger now. 
No, no— we'll all part friends— all of us— won't we? Yes, you'll side 
with me; will you not, Harry? 

H. "What? Side with you to let you go? [Crosses R.] 

B. Yes 

H. [AskleP^ "What an idea! \Aloxid?^ Cousin, Cousin. "Well, suppose 
I should? Suppose, for y. ur sake, that I should? Suppose the suppo- 
sition— what then ? They'll all refuse ; all object, and strongly. They'll 
never give consent tolet you go. Never — never! "What then? Willyou' 
then stay— be ruled ? Y'"ou ought. Maj >rities, you know, should rule ; 
or, must we suppose they shouldn't rule ? Cousin, Cousin — 

B. Cousin, Cousin— You do jest. 'Tis not a subject fit ; 'tis not the 
time, nor place — I not the one to listen. [Going r,. d.] 

H. Cousin ! 

B. Y''ou will not aid me? You refuse? You say it ; do you ? 

H. Cousin ! 

B. Enough ! You look it ! [Stamps foot, goes and turns.] 

H. Cousin — once more — 

B. No, no — no more , you plead in vain ; my heart pleads home. I 
am resolved. Go, break the news ; tell everything ; say all you think 
\Goes and turns and reproaches.] 

B. Say all you think. Yes, say the worst. Say I'm angry, thank- 
less, rash, foolish, wild— yes, say I am wild, selfish, willful, running 
away ; care for none, like none, feel for none. Say it all, Harry— say 
it all — all you think, say the worst — say it all. 

H. No, no ; I'll not say that. [Pause.] You jeat. 



Scene 1.] GETTYSBURG. 9 

B. No! [Pause.'] Then say my heart's the South's. 
H. And say that hand is mine ? 
B. Harry, farewell ! [Exit l. d. closing.] 

JI. No! no! not farewell! not farewell! [Calling.] Cousin ! cousin ! 
[Pause.] Heaven forgive you? What shall I?— follow? No! 'Tis 
useless now; she will not listen. No! her heart pleads home, and 
home she will. She'll go — I see it. That little foot of hers has nodded 
fate. [ Works his foot.] She means it— she'll go as sure as fate ! Is this 
to be the end ? No, no ; it cannot be ! She'll go, but part we cannot ! 
No, no, we cannot part ; 'tis not the end ; we cannot part ! Farewell ? 
It cannot be! Farewell? No! no! No lime nor death shall say it! 
But I must go — must act — not stay debating here. Oh, I'll side with 
her, very much— yes, very. [Paitse.] Let me think. I'll speak to 
Father first. He'll talk coercion, sure; at least I think he will. And 
Percy ! I wonder now how he will stand, and what he'll say. [Pause at 
C.D.J I'll try him anyway. Wait here; I see Sam coming. Yes, he's 
coming in. Sam, the very one to talk to her— the only one she'll listen 
to. Good! I'll tell him first. Now for a good beginning. AVell, Sara, 
what is it now— the news ? 
Sam. [c. D.j Oh, Harry ! the soldiers are going to fight everybody ! 
H. Groing to fight everybody I That's dreadful ! Come here, Sam ; now 
I've got some news for you. Don't talk too loud. Y'ou know your 
Cousin Belle is going away ? You hear of that? 
Sam. Cousin Belle going away ? 

H. Going away to leave us — Away, away, never, never to come back, 
maybe. Think oi that:— Never, never. Now Sam, Belle's in the 
room there. I want you to go in and talk to her and it may be she'll 
not go. You see ? Go now ; don't say I sent you for the world. Here, 
take this paper in your hand. Mind now, talk nice and pretty and I'll 
buy you something nice and pretty. What'll I buy you, eh? What do 
you want most? Name it— anything. 
Sam. Buy me.— [Pawse.J Buy me a gun. [Exitij. n.] 
II. A gun ! Well, now, that's a remarkably high-sounding order, I 
must say? A gun! Oh, I'm off after that. [Passing L. D.] Hark! 
they're at it. [Exit c. D. to left.] 

[John and Mary enter c D. from right.] 
J. [Looks 'round.] Y''es, house all out— just as I expected. Well, 
well. 

M. Well, well— right enough ; isn't it ? You wouldn't have your sons 
sticking in the house; would you? and all the town on fire with this 
'rebel news ; would you ? I wouldn't. For my part, I hope they'll go — 
enlist and fight and drive them all to Halifax — these tarnation rebels. 
J. My dear, don't gueh. Remember it is Sunday, this, and you are 
just returned from church. Remember that, 
itf. No matter for that ; truth's truth— Sunday or no Sunday- tarna- 



10 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

tion rebels that they are, every one of them. Hoity-toity, Sunday, in- 
deed. Hang Sunday and the rebels, too ! 

J. Keep cool, woman ; keep cool. 

M. Keep cool? Keep hot, you mean? Keep cool! tarnation— 
E:)an if you had been to church and heard that Boston preacher speak 
on rebel politics, your nervous system would have up and swore. 

J. Swore, Mary? Why, Mary I Mary! you never heard me swear, 
did you ? Never ! No, never, never in the whole course of our married 
existence have you heard me swear once. Never ! Don't say I'll begin 
now. Don't gush, Mary! I'll not have it! I'll not have it, Mary! 
I don't caie whu he is, or what he is, or where he comes from, there is 
r.o preacher, I don't care what he would say, could make me swear on 
politics— not one. What do preachers know of politics, anyway? 
That's not their science, is it? Come, now, don't gush on preachers, 
too. Respect yourself. 

M. But, John, I was teUinc; of the tarnation rebels. 

J. And I was telling you not to gush , I don't like it. 

M. But I can say amen to what the preacher says. 

J. Amen, but not so much tarnation to it; I don't like it. 

M. Tarnation ! tarnation rebels ! Is that it? 

J. Yes, that— that I don't like— object to— don't want— no. 

M. But, John, the tarnation preacher said it, I mean — 

J. No matter what the tarnation preacher said ; I say, don't say it — 
not here— not to me. I don't like it— won't have it ; you're not in 
church ; you musn't say it. 

M. Musn't! 

J. Come, Mary, now no rebels here— no rebels. 'Got supper now, or 
something like a supper, I feel quite weak from that fast walk, 
iPause.'] Do you know now that you've come home this afternoon and 
have not spoken a single word of that girl Belle— not one, not one 
short, single word about that girl ? Can you suppose how she feels now 
about tliis Southern news? Not well, I'm thinking, Mary— not well. 
She wrote a letter home to-day. 

[Percy enters in haste, c. D. open from left.} 

Percy. Well, where is she— Belle? 

M. Belle? I don't know. In her room, I suppose. Why, what's the 
matter ? 

P. What's the matter? Not hear it? Why, Belle is going home- 
South. So she told Harry. 

J. As I suspected. 

M. You ! You never said a word hbout it— not a word ! 

P. Yes, Harry and Belle had qviiti" a scene here this afternoon. She's 
dreadfully put out about this news— h.jme she wants right off. She's 
in her room, you say ? [Goes to l. d., open.] 

J. As I suspected all along. 

M. You never said a word — not one. 



Scene L] GETTYSBURG. 11 

P. There, I hear her now, talking to Sam. I'll go in, shall I? Yes. 

M. No, wait, my son ; I'll go myself. 

J. No, Mary, wait, I'll go myself; although I know it will be no use — 
all come to naught, I know. Wait, Mary. 

M. No, no, John ; let me go first. I'm oldest, John ; let me go now^. 
Yes, do — let me go first— yes. 

P. "Wait, now ; wait, wait. I hear Sam coming out, I think. Yes, 
Sam it is. I see him. He's come to tell us all, no doubt. "Well, Sam? 

Sam. [l. d.] Oh, Ma ! Cousin Belle is going away to leave us ! 

M. Going away to leave us! Child, child, come to me, 

S. And she's crying, too ! 

M. Crying, child ! crying ! Your Cousin Belle is crying ! 

J. As I suspected ! 

M. Come, child, we'll see your Cousin Belle. "We'll see if Cousin 
Belle is going away to leave us now. Come, now, we'll see, we'll see. 
[Exit with Sam — L. D.] 

P. Suppose I in and see her, father, too ? I'll object to her going, and 
strongly. 

J. No use, no use ; she'll go— you cannot talk her out of it— she'll go; 
not you nor any one can change her now ; she'll go— outfight us all. I 
want to hear about the war— the news. Have you any ? How is it ; 
worse or better, or how is it? You hear of anything new ? 

P. No, no ; it's still the same — the news— no worse— nothing new, 
nothing changed, just the same, [Pause.] Suppose I in and talk to 
Belle awhile— try coax her for to stay— yes, a day or so, or more. "What 
think? No harm to try, you know. 

J. Well, well ; go speak to her, go try what you can do. I know it 
will come to nothing. But go object ; say something, yes, say some- 
thing—go! If nothing's said she'll think you nothing care. Send 
Sam in. 

P. Oh, I'll object, and strongly [aside], strongly, if I want her to go. 
, Anything to beat Harry now, Tha t's the object. [Exit L. D.] 

J. [Pause.] I wonder what was in that letter here she wrote to-day 
'Twas pretty long; it took some time to finish. She didn't read it like she 
did the former ones; no! [pause] oh, well, all right enough per- 
haps, or will be some day, some day. [Girl enters l. d. with supper on 
tray, also candle lit]. Supper, is it ? Well, supper I can't eat this night 
I know. 

Girl. It's a very light supper, sir. 

J. [Rising.] Unless I get up an appetite some way. Oh, Lucy, 
Where's that pipe of mine? [Goes to mantel.] You see It? Oh, never 
mind, I see it now myself. I think I'll try a light smoke for an appe- 
tite; I've read of such a cure somewhere; I'll see what's in it now 
[cleans pipe], and there's that rifle now of 1812 needs cleaning up. I'll 
have to mind and fix that up to-morrow. It has some blue mold ou 



12 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

I see. [Smol-es.'] Tell Belle her supper's ready now. [Exit girl l. d.] 
She'll have none, though, I guess. 

Sam. [Enters L. D.] You want me, Pa ? 

J. Yes, child ; I want you now. Come here. I want you now to 
have supper. Why, bless us, have you been crying too ? Oh, that's too 
bad, too bad ; come up here now [on knee]a.nd tell me all about it ; what's 
all this cry about, eh? What's the matter now? Your cousin Belle a 
going away? Yes, going away to leave us? Poor cousin Belle. Did 
little Sam tell cousin Belle about that dream he had of her the other 
night? 

S. No, sir. 

J. Didn't tell her? Why not? She should be told about that dream, 
and Sam should tell her, 

S. Then she'll cry more, Pa. 

J, Cry more, will she ? Yes, true, she would cry more if you should 
tell her that [kisses him]. There, there, say nothing to her then, aay 
nothing. There, child, don't cry — don't, don't — don't cry, 'twill all 
come right some day [aside] : I'll cry myself if this keeps on. See, there 
comes Percy now. Well, Percy ? 

P. [li. D.] Oh, well, her mind's made up to go. She'll listen now to 
nothing but her home. 

J. Nature, Percy, nature. 

P. Crying all the time. I scarcely could hold in myself. Yes, 
home she goes to-morrow. 

J. Well, we must make up our minds for it too, I suppose. 

P. I suppose ; she's quite determined. By the way, father, I think 
before she goes Belle ought to have a pass. I hear the government is 
watching all the railways now for spies, and female ones especially. 
You hear of that? 

J. No; I didn't hear of that— nothing of that. Watching for spies 
already ? 

P. Yes, so said ; and female ones especially. She might have trouble 
getting on without a pass. 

J. Yes, yes ; a pass she ought to have. She goes straight home when 
she leaves us— straght home and no delay. 

P. [Asid^.] A pass it is. [Aloud.] Yes, we ought to make her safe 
and sure since go she will. And now to get it. Suppose I write to Mr. 
West, our State Senator, a line or so explaining matters? [Goes to 
desk, &c.] 

J. Mr. West? Very good. Write to him. Yes; he's just the man 
will get us one, or put us on the track to get it. Yes ; write a letter 
now to Mr. West, and I'll sign it, and make it brief, Percy. You know 
these public men are fond of brevity in writing. 

P. [ Writes, &c.] I'll take it over now, I suppose. Belle starts to- 
morrow early, you know. 



SCBNE 1.] GETTYSBURG. 13 

J. Yes ; take it over right off— the sooner fixed the better. Read it 
— are you done? Mind, make it brief as possible. 

P. Yes; I am. Its nearly finished. {^Pausel\ Here it is. {Rtads^ 
Gettysburg, April 17, 1861.— Dear Sir: The bearer of this is desirous of 
returning home, beyond the army lines South, A pass is needed for 
this purpose and I Respectfully ask you recommend the same to the 
military at Washington. Yours truly. 

To Hon. J. D. West, &c. 

J. Yes; that's about it, I guess. [Wriles.] John Cook; there. 

P. Reads Pass.} Yes; that's all right, I think. [Pause.] Well, 
I'm off. See Sam, Low solemn he looks. You would think his heart 
bad heard its own death warrant. Wtll, Sam, good bye to Belle. He 
asked his Harry for a gun to-day. [Going c. v.] Well, off i' is. Bye- 
bye, Sam. 

J. Oh, you want your supper; don't you— 'fore you go? Yes. 

P. No; never miud. I may get supper where I'm going. Bye-bye> 
Sam. [Exit c. d.] 

S. Coming back? Is Percy going to leave us. Pa? 

J. Oh, no ; Percy will be back again. He's gone an errand now for 
Cousin Belle} He'll soon be back. [Turning.] Oh, there's your Ma; 
now come to supper. Go get your big high chair and set it up — that's 
it. Well, Mary, Belle's not coming, I suppose; is she? 

M. [l. d. Goes to table.] No, no; she want's no supper, now. 

J. No, I thought not. No Belle, and no Percy, and no Harry for 
supper. Well, well, we can't have our own way in this world all our 
days. We must make up our minds to that. [At table.] I don't know 
whether I can eat or not. I'll make a trial, though. Come Mary— tea. 

M. [Pours tea for J. and S.] There; I'll take nothing now. 

J, Oh, yes ; come eat and drink- take something now. What is the 
use of all this fretting and this worry whenever things go wrong? 
No use — no use ; but a great harm. It does no good, but harm — harm ; 
only feeds the trouble more and more, and makes it worse. Come, 
now, have something — here — a piec« of toast. No ? [Pause.] Come 
wife, take something — something — anything — take a little — yes— a lit- 
tle ; it may make you hungry. Try it— 'twill do no hurt I know. Here, 
some toast. Well — 

M, No, no; John, nothing— nothing, now. 

J. Well, well, nothing as you wish. Fret, fret away, but it will do 
no good, I tell you that. Belle's going home unto her brother, now. 
Keep on your eating, boy ; don't mind me. When once she says she'll 
go, why go she will. Fret, fret away, but go she will in spite of all 
your tears and argument You'll see it. I don't now say she's right, 
no, no, I don't say that. I do say, though, she thinks her brother's right 
— she thinks him right— thinks it [pause], and " think and let think" 
is right. You know that true, of course, 

M. Oh, I don't know ; I can't think anything 
2 



14 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

J. You kuow it, Mary, but don't like to think it out, Well, isn't it 
natural now to want to be at home, isn't it — beside her brother now 
when war's at hand — isn't it natural in her? isn't it? You know 
it is, 

M. Oh, I don't know, John ; I don't know. 

J. Mary, you know it's woman's niiture now to stand by persons in 
a conflict, don't you ? not by principles, you know that, don't you, now ? 
that individuals are their idols not ideas. You know that now, I know 
you do, don't you? [M shakes head.] No, don't know that? Well, 
you'll know it soon— as soon as Belle goes home and takes her brother's 
side; you'll know it then. You know it now, but can't think out the 
thing for fretting. Come, eat away, Sara, don't stop to listen tome. 

5. I've done now. Pa. 

J. Done now? Oh, you've not done now, surely. Why, you've only 
now commenced. Come, eat up, eat up; don't stop because I stop. 
Here, one more piece for Belle— that's a man. Take — don't look— eat- 
no cry. I've had enough of cry to-day. Now, where's that pipe again? 
Oh, here it is. [Smokes.] Yes, yes, she'll go a)*ay. I said, and say again 
ahe'll go away— going and will go. Yes, that is settled so far— going— 
[smokes] goiug, y^^s ! But she's not gone, Mary— she's not gone— not 
gone— not yet, no, not yet. 

M. But she will go, John. 

J. Oh, go she will, I know ; yes, right well enough I know she'll go 
—yes -she'll go. But still 'tis one thing, Mary, now to go away, another 
thing to stay away, That is dift'erent— that last— that staying power. 
You know that true I guess [pause]. Yes, true, she'll go— go, but may 
not go for good. She may in course of time [smokes], in course of time 
[smokes] come back— come back. 

[Belle enters l. d.— stops — emotion.] 

M. Heaven grant she may ! 

J. She may in course of time come back. [Leans head on arm— talks 
tQ self— pause.] Yes, yes, it will be so ; she will come back to us. I can- 
not think that Heaven abovehas destined us to live apart. I feel it can- 
not be. My very soul cries out against the thought, it cannot, must 
not be. Yes, yes, she will come back, she will come back [pause] 
Mary, that boy is getting sleepy there; he's nodding. I think he had 
better go to bed and sleep aright [calls.] Sam. 

3f. Come, Sam, you want to go to bed ? Yes, come, you'r sleepy now 
I know. 

Sam. [Kneels down by moth^er— prays silent.] 

J. [To self.] Yes, she'll come back to us [pause]— come back. She 
must— must ; 'tis destiny ; one blood, one people and one union's 
ours. 

S. [Looking up.] Pray for Belle, too, >Ia ? 

M. Pray for Belle ? Yes, yes, my child, pray now for Belle. 



Scene 2.] GETTYSBURG. 15 

J. Yes— charity for all. 

M [Kisses him — emotion — kneels with him.] Yes, yes, lis y child, pray 
now for Cousin Belle ! Pray now for Cousin Belle — pray, pray she may 
come back to us— come back to us and live with us again forever and 
forever. Pray, pray, my God, pray, pray ! 

{Belle kneels— scene closes on group.) 

ACT FIRST. SCENE SECOND. 

Street Scene.— Bah-ry and Charley meet. 

C. Halloo! Harry! Morning this morning! 

JI. [Reading paper.] Why, Charley— that you? How are you? 
What's the. news this morning? 

C. News ! What's Hie news you this morning? 

If. Oh, good and glorious news! Papers full of it ! See here— war — 
war — in every column. 

C. Talk, talk, along the whole line, eh ? 

H. Talk! talk! What do you mean? That talk— that? [Shows 
paper.] Lincoln's proclamation for 75,000 soldiers— that talk? You 
read it— have you ? 

C. Read it? Yes, I have read it. Why? 

H. Well, how is it all talk ? Soldiers not for talking, are they ? No, 
no, Charley, talk is over now— dead, dead. Fort Sumpter ended talk. 
Fight's the word now— action ! war ! 

C. Think so, do you? 

//. Think so! See here, do you want me to tnlk, or what? What 
are you thinking about— you? Thinking of peace, and the cannon 
roaring in your ears, eh ? are you ? Peace? 

C. I'm thinking you're talking, Harry. Why, the best men in the 
country now want peace. 

H. Well, the best men in the country are going to get war befort * 
they get peace. 

C. War! Now, Harry, you don't want fighting, do you? War w^ith 
the South, do you, honest? 

H. The South fired on Fort Fumpter— struck first. I want blow 
for blow— equal rights. That's what I want— honest. 

C. I know they fired first— I know that. But the North coaxed 
them, tricked them into it. You know that? The papers say it. 

H. Tricked them into it— the North? No, no ; not a bit of it— not 
a word of it true— not a word. They've tricked themselves. Yes, 
they've talked war and sworn war for years and years; and now they've 
shot first to fire the Southern heart and scare the Northern head— that's 
us. They've done it ; we are in for it. They've scared us into shoot- 
ing, and we'll go ahead . We'll see now who'll leave off first. 

C. Why, Harry, your own party papers claim this war as their war — 
you know it ?— some of th«m. 



16 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

H. Yes, some of them claim that. But you know, and I know, and 
the people know, that this war is a war for the flag — a flag war, not a 
party war. 

C. The flag !— that's us. We're one there, Harry. Shake. 

H. \Shakes hands.] Yes, for the flag ; not party— not politics. It's 
the flag's in danger, not politics ; that's a side issue. 

C. That's my view exactly, Harry. Politics is a side issue. Party 
is out of the question ; nothing to do with the war. It's a war for one 
flag, not one party. You say that ? 

If. That's us ! [Shakes hands.] 

C. For one country, not one politic. 

H. That's us, Charley ! 

C. But your party paper thinks the cause. 

H. No matter what my paper thinks, or what your paper thinks. 
Papers, parties, politics, are nothing now. The flag, the people's flag- 
that is all in all. You say th at ? 

C. That's us! [Shakes.] Harry, I would fight the buttons off' my 
shirt for that flag ! I would, by George ! if war would come. 

II. Well, isn't it come? What's Fort Sumpter? 

C. Oh, that affair's nothing— nobody hurt— no blocd spilt. That's- 
not war to my mind. I don't care what the papers say ; it's not real^ 
down-right, regular war ! 

H. Oh, but firing on the flag ; what's that? 

C. Yes; I know that's bad. But as long as there was nobody hurt 
— no blood shed, why its not so— not so bad. It may end there. 

H. No, no ; Charley, it will never end there. 

C. Oh, I don't know. Some think it will. I hope it may myself. 
Why, I don't want war with the South, Harry— No, I don't. I like the 
South myself. 
■ H. So do I, b\it I like' the flag more. 

C. [Shakes hands.] And so do I, Harry— so do I. I like the flag^ 
more than I like the South. But I like peace more tl an I do both. I 
want peace, Harry. I do. 

M, And so do I. I wart peace— peace is our want, but fight is the 
way to get it. Charley, we can't have a solid peace in this country 
under two flags— never ; and if you want one flag here you must fight 
for it. 

C. Oh, but I don't want fighting to go on, now. 

IT. Oh, we're not fighting, now— its the South that's doing it. We've 
not commenced to begin, to start and go ahead yet — no. 

C. Well, I don't want things to commence again. There's no blood 
shed yet, and I, for one, don't want to see any ; not a drop. 

H. Well, how about their new flag? 

C. Let them alone— let them try their new flag and see how they 
like it. Can't we do that? 



Scene 2.] GETTYSBURG. 17 

H. No, we can't do that — can't have two flags in one country— two 
flags — one hend and the other tail. Can't have that; no use talking; 
its absurd. You say one country, don't you ? [Shakes hands.] 

C. Yes; I do. Once a country always a country. 

If. And one flag, you say ? 

C. Yes; I say that. One flag — one big flag. 

H. And one big country? 

C. Yes ; ai d one big country. 

H. And one big man to govern it ? 

C. That's us. [Shaking.] 

If. But they want two flags — not one. Two flags or a big fight — 
that's the question. * 

C. Can't have it 

If. What ; the fight ? 

C. No ; the two flags. 

If. Then they'll have the fight. 

C. But can't we let them alone and let them try their new flag— 
can't we? 

If. No ; we can't let them try their new flag. We can't have two 
flags in one country. We don't want two flags— We won't have two 
flags, and we won't let anybody else make us have have them, either. 
Try their flag ! No ! I say try their fight, and let the fight decide the 
flag. [Pavse.] Your cry of "let them alone," Charley, is all nonsense. 
Let them alone and they'll ram your old flag down your throat and 
shoot you off" the Bunker Hill monument— they will ; let them alone 
—let them alone they'll do it. [Pause.] Oh, you needn't think, now, 
Charley, for if you want one flag and one country now you must fight. 
Fight's the word, and if you don't— they'll make two flags and two 
countries ; or, perhaps, thirty-two. 

C. Well, I will fight if war comes. I said that afore and I say it 
again. If war comes I see the show ; I fight. 

//. But you say : " Let them alone ;" don't you ? 
C. I say let them alone till the right time. 

H. Well, I gay the time's up to let them alone. They're gone far 
enough. Fight's the word, Charley— no two ways about it, you needn't 
think it— the only way out of it— is in to it. Here, think of England ; 
did you reai that piece about England ? Eh. Wait ; did you? [Looks 
at paper.] Where is it? Well, no matter. Yes, tbink about England. 
She wants two flags in this country ; you know that? [Paw.se.] 

C. [Speaks slow.] Yes, yes ; I know she's laughing in her sympathetic 
sleeve. 

If I see it. Charley, if this country was cut in two— had two flags, 
two rulers and two governments, every royal castle in England would 
be illuminated— they would — in honor of the event— every bloody one 
of them. Believe it? I do. [Strikes Cs breast.] Charley, Charley, 



GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

would you live to see that day ? Would you— would you ? Look at me. 
No you wouldn't, I know you wouldn't, Charley— you would die firat— 
die ! 

C. There, there ; don't talk about England. You do— you'll make 
me swear. 

H. Then swear, Charley, swear against England, swear for one flag, 
one country, one union now and forever— swear ! 

C. How? 

H. Enlist —no more talk. 

C. Amen. {Going -rJ] I'm in the next fight. 

H. And the next. 

C. Y«s, and the next, and next, ard next— 

H. Till that old fort is ours ag^n and that old flag's above it. [Exit 

R.] 

[Belle and Percy enter l. with boy carrying valise.] 
P. [To boy.] Here, boy, you go ahead and stop at the corner there — 
see? right-hand side-keep in sight. [Exitboy. Looks at watch.] We're 
in good time, cousin, and now I want to show you something right l^ere 
about this pass. Here it is. I didn't read it to you, did I ? 
B. [Reaches for it.] No, but I can read your hand. 
H. Yes, I know you can generally. But there's something special in 
iti want to point you out. Listen — it's very short {;reads'[. 

Gettysburg, April 17, 1861. 
Dear vSir : The bearer of this is desirous of returning home beyond 
le army lines — south. A pass is needed for this purpose, and I respect- 
lly ask you recommend the same to the military at Washington. 

I am, sir, truly yours, John Cook. 

To Hon. G. D. West, &c. 

On the back of the pass is the word "good," signed G. D. West, S. 
6., Pa. 
B. And this I show at Washington, do I ? 

P. Yes, show this at Washington— show to the military there— Pro- 
vost Marshal— he'll mark it good again, and good it passes you to home 
— you, or any one like you. 

B. Or any one like me, Percy ? 
- P. Yes, any one like you or unlike you. -Understand ? No. I'll read 
Again. Listen. [Reads it.] You see the first, " The bearer of this," &c. 
You mark those words, " the bearer "—no name, you see ? Plain, is it? 
This takes you as you are, or otherwise — the bearer. 
B. Disguised? 

P. That's it — plain truth— well managed ? 
B. Percy? 

P. Yes, this takes you as you are or otherwise ; so fixed to anyway. 
Hearing there was trouble passing females south, why Percy 
thought to make your chances doubly sure— so manufactured tkisk 



Scene a.] ULTTYSBURG. 1 9 

^.[Bands jdss.] You read my hand, you say? and heart [pa««e.] Cousin, 
cousin, 'tis hard to think that we should part. 
Belle. But part we must. My duty bids me go. 

Percy. Duty! But is it right to leave us now? No, no; it is not 
right; you have no cause. 

B. There, there ; I'll say no more, Percy. I cannot speak and pain 
you after all you've done. I'll say no more, but go. Com^-, let's part> 
and part as friends. [Takes hand.] 

P. Why part? Why must we part? You say 'tis slavery's the 
cause. Cousin, you wrong us— or you dream ! 
B. It is the cause. 

P. Slavery ! Then 'tis slavery to the flag— that flag our fathers made 
— made sacred to us in one faithful blood. That is the cause— that fl'g. 
And would to heaven the South had one as fair, as pure, as just. 

B. That flag thy cause! No, no — no, no, Percy. That Union flag but 
tides, conceals from you the real one, freedom to the slave! To that 
the North have sworn — for that will war us to the bitter end ! 

p. No, no. The North have sworn by deed that those " who would be 
free themselves must strike the blow." It dares not, cannot war for 
slaves. To war for slaves, who will not war themselves, would wrongr^ 
dishonor— yes, the best of flags, and d— n the best of men ! 

B. Oh, Percy, thy Northern cause seems fair to-day ; but time will 
come and show its colors black. 

P. No, no ; I cannot think 'twill ever be. [Pause.] But should it 
•come; should that time come; should once that North forget those 
Union stars, and chant its prayers for victory to these heathen gods — 
these slaves— then I for one forget the North and war the South no 
more. But that will never be. No ; that flag — its rights began the 
war ; that flag— its rights must end it. [Pause.] Should that flag part 
us, cousin ? No ! 

B. Percy, we must. I do not speak its rights. I do not know its 
rights. I only know I love the South ; my duty follows. 'Tis nature 
calls me home, and part we must. 
P. But, cousin. — 

B. No, no, Percy ; my love's beyond control— beyond ray own. The 
South, my home ; 'tis with me always — comes in every thought, 
and lives in every breath ; it speaks unto me now— recalls the past ; 
its brightest fondest hopes ; its joys and smiles, and all that is in mem- 
ory worshipped dear ; it comes to me in dreams, and sings again the 
songs it taught my early days ; beats on my woman's heart, and wakes 
my sleeping soul to all that's highest, holiest, noblest, best there is ia 
life, and bids it go. Percy !' Percy"! I must be true to that or false to 
Ood! 

P. Cousin ! cousin! I will say no more! We part! 'Tis not for me 
to say your way is wrong ; 'tis not for me to say my way is right. That 
duty is the sword's. The sword now drawn must point the law of right 



20 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

unto us both— to both decide the wrong. [Tukxa h<r haid.] We part. 
'Tis hard to think it should be so— to think that war shoukl come and 
make us foes— foes. 

B. No, no, Percy; not foes— not foes. No, no. Thy soul denies it 
now that w^rd— that hateful word that calls us foes ! My blood thy 
foe? No, no ; not foes, Percy, not foes. Foes it cannot be. 

P. Foes, it cannot be ! [Embraces.] It cannot be ! We must and 
will be friends! Yes, yes ; we will be friends ; the time must come ; 
the day will come. Look up, look up ; the day will come ; these wars 
will pass away and peace will come and you will come and live with us 
in peace. Look ixp, look up; the day will come — eyes speak it now, 
foretell the coming truth. The world to-day may name us, call us foea. 

B. No, no, Percy ; not foes. 

p. The world one day will see us, swear us friends! Look up, 
Cousin, look up. Hark! [Distant bell rings.] There goes the train, 
come, we'll say the word good bye and part. 

B As friends ? [Shakes hands.] 

P. The best of friends. 

B. The best of friends. [She places in his hand a letter.] 

P. Good bye. [Aside.] To Harry. [Aloud.] What, tears again ? 
There, come, I'll with you to the train ; come. It tears ray very heart 
to part our hands. Come. [Exit R.J 

Russell with cane and Charley with paper — enter ^"Left" — R. tvears 
gold spectacles ivith glasses blue and gray. 

Sussell. Going to enlist; are you? Enlist, well, well, I declare you 
are one boy. 

Charley. Yes; going to enlist. That's the word with the bark on 
now. 

E. Word with the bark on; is It? But Charley, .1 can't part with 
you, now. Business won't allow if; you mustn't go. 

C. Oh. I only came to tell you I was going, Mr. Russell. 

R. Oh, indeed, is that all ? and you're quite sure, now, you're going ? 
Think you're fit? How old are you now; how old? 

C. Old enough to " fit," my Uncle says. 

B. Charley, Charley, you were neve" made for a soldier. 

C. Y'ou said one day I was never made for a clerk. 

B. Charley, I'm opposed to your enlisting, and all enlisting; this 
present wild hub-bub of enlisting — its agoing to ruin the whole trade 
and business of the country; that's the long and short of it. Look at 
it yourself; you can't collect a dollar of debt South, not a dollar, nota 
cent, and see the merchants failing here^ there and everywhere, and 
everyday. Look at it— think of it. Why don't they settle the mat- 
ter? 

a Settle. Who— the South ? 

E. No; the North— Cdngress. Why don't they settle politics ; why 
don't they compromise and not allow it to drifc into war? Thoy can 



SCKSK 2.] GETTYSBURG. 21 

do it— do it in a day. War, war, Charley, 'tis awful to think of 
such a thing. Brother against brother, shedding each other's blood. 
Charley, Charley, you don't know what you're doing — enlisting. 
You're only exasperating the Somh. 

C. Exasperating the South by enlisting ! Can't help that, Mr. Rus- 
sell ; I must act on principle. 

R. Principle? But there is no principle about enlisting to shoot 
people, Charley. Principles belong to business. You must " live and 
let live " in this world. 

C. Oh, but there is a principle about it — oh, yes, a great principle 
about enlisting to shoot people when people are enlisting to shoot you 
— a great princijrfe — opposition. Opposition vou know is the life of trade. 
I stand by that. Live and let live is very well in this world, and 
" shoot and let shoot " is very well also. I'm not the man to stand still 
and be shot at without remark. 

R. Such a principle ! When will it end ? Where will it end ? 

C. End when the business ends. I don't undertake to say where. 

R. No, you don't undertake to say where — you go ahead and never 
mind the where or whereafter. 

C Of course I'm free to go. 

R. Free to go? Yes, of course you are, Charley. But to come here 
and persuade me about the principle of your going is not to be thought 
of. I don't believe in it. You have a wrong idea about your own wel- 
fare and the welfare of the country at large. Satisfied with your 
salary ? Eh — not going on that account? 

R. No, no ; salary has nothing to do with it, Mr. Russell. No, I gave 
my word if one more fight took place I'd go enlist; and sines this, 
fight at Baltimore I can't but keep my word. 

R. Sorry I am, Charley — sorry, actually sorry. 

C. Oh, I'm sorry some myself, but go I must. Enlist's the word 
now. Yes, I must leave. I suppose, Mr. Russell, when my time is up- 
and I come back my place is still good for me, is it, or how is it about 
that? It will all be o'er in sixty days— the war. 

R. Sixty days ? Charley, if you are going to have a war at all, sixty 
days will never see it begun. 

C. That's the calculation North, to lesson them in sixty days, 

R. But the North don't know how the South will fight. 

C. Oh, but they're game to learn. 

R. But they can't learn in sixty days? 

C They can learn something, oh yes. 

R. Sixty days— sixty days ? Well, well, if the war's over in sixty 
days, and I am still in trade and business why [aside] (I like Charley — 
he's an honest clerk)— why, yes, I'll make your place all right and 
good. But still I hope the trouble all will end without a war— without 
a war — in less than sixty days. 



22 GETTYSBURG. [Act 1 

C. No, no ; that can't be now, Mr. Russell, The South is dead in 
earnest— mean business— war. 

R. Charley, the South wauts peace— free trade's their business. 

C. {Going K.] Oh, but they're eolisting for war. 

R. lOoina R.] But, Charley, it's the like of you that's exaspera" 
ting them %n. The south mean well. You don't understand their 
aim. 

C. [Aside.} (I'll learn it soon, I suppose) You're going my way, 
are you? [Going R.J 

R. Well, yes, yes, I'll go a piece of the way with you. Now, Charley, 
if salary has anything to do with your going, I mean slaying— [jEri< 
R.J 

[Extprior of J. Cook's house, Gettysburg — the porch side, lattice tvorkj 
steps, &c., Miss C. and Jennik, friend of the family, sealed on the 
rustic bench, sewing stripes, &c , for a U. S. flag.] 

Mary. And so your father likes the Boston preacher; does he? 

Jennie: Yes ; father likes him very well— just the man for us, he 
thinks. 

M. Just the man and no mistake. Ntyer, never, Jennie, I never 
heard his like in all my Pr.'sbyterian days— never. I declare the 
way he preached last Sunday morn against tarnation rebels roused 
my inner-woman so I nearly up and cheered. Yes. 

J. Yes; he's just the p eacher for the times, I think. 

M. That's it, Jennie, for the times. We don't want men to mount 
their high-horse now-a days and preach to us of old Noah — do we? 
And Jonah and Balaam— do we? Those old anti-deluvian patriots— we 
don't want that; do we? None of us. No, we don't. I know we don't. 

J. No, no; we don't want that I think— no, not now. 

M. No, not now. He's just the preacher we've been waiting for 
and watching for for years, and I like his looks. There's something 
fresh about bis looks. 

J. Yes ; he's quite good looking, too. 

31. And good as all he looks, I do believe, and loyal. 

.7. Oh, my, yes; true-blue unto his fingernails. Indeed I heard to- 
day that he, himself, was going to enlist. Yes. 

M. I shouldn't wonder if he would— not a bit. It's in him. [Pause.'] 

J. Dear me, so many men enlisting. I don't know what'll happen 
us if men keep going off this way. 

M. But what if the men stay at home, what th«n ? Sure some must 
go and fight those yelling rebels there at Washington— if not they'll 
blow it up. You don't want that to happen, I'm sure. 

J. No, I don't want that to happen— no. But think so many going 
now and all the best. 

M. Yes ; think. But think again, they'll not be long away ; not 
more than sixty days. No time at all. 



Scene 2.] GETTYSBURG. 23 

J. Oh, sixty days! That will never see them back again. Indeed 
I don't believe a year will see them back from war. 

M. A year ! Why, Jennie, dear, a year of war would ruin us ; a 
year of war— a year. You say that, Jennie, to the young men they'll 
think you have no gumption at all. 

J. Well, well, we'll see in sixty days who's had enough. You know 
and I know too, the South luean fight and can. 

M. And what of that? I hope you don't, think, now. the North 
can't fight — you don't think that — do you? 

J. I dt>n't. But where —tell me— are the officers North ? Good ones 
I mean. We have none worth a-talking of— not one. That's what I 
look at, Mrs. Cook. 

M. That's nothing, Jennie, our men will fight and make them- 
selves officers, and good ones too. That's what I look at, Jennie. 
{Paused Yes, yes, Jennie, we've got the men to fight and we've got 
the flag to fight under, and if we don't make those tarnation rebels 
hallo enough. {She runs (he needle into her finger.] Oh ! murder — 

J. In sixty days? [Loolcing up.] Why, what's the matter? Oh, the 
blood ! Mercy ! Keep it off the flag, whatever you do. Oh ! dear, the 
blood ! 

M. Why, think that blood will spoil it ? There, I guess I'll have to 
go and bind that up now with something. I'll be back presently 
lEzit house.] 

J. Yes, yes ; be back again. Don't run away for that. {Looks at 
stripe.] Dear me ! There's blood upon that after all— shaped like a 
cross — across. Some meaning now in that. I wonder what? {Pause.] 
Something. Well, well; no matter now. {Kisses it.] 'Tis there and let 
it go, and where it goes our loyal hearts go with it. 

Charley. {Entering 3 L., blue blouse, dec] Good morning, Jennie. 
Good morning this morning ! Know me? You don't ! 

Jennie. {Shaking hands.] No, no, Charley! Charley! And a new 
blue suit! Glory! Present, arms! Charley, you look grand— big! 
Stand off a piece ! Well ! well ! 

C. {Turns and paces.] Think the blouse isn't too high up? 

J. No, no— not a bit. It sets you off. 

C. I*think it's too small in the back. Look. 

J. Oh, the back is nothing to mind ; it's the front we must look at. 
It will do, Charley, first rate. 

C Think so? But there are no pockets for my hands. See ? 

J. Oh, you must fight with your hands, Charley— not stick them 
into pockets. 

C. Yes, I know— I know, Jennie. But 

J. You are not going to a picnic now, remember. 

C. But I feel so confounded awkward, Jennie ! 



24 GETTYt?BURG. [AcT 1 

J. Oh, awkward'3 nothing ! It will do you, Charley— do you till you 
get to be an officer. ^Then you can have pockets all 'round you — as 
many as you like. 

C. Do I look awkward from there? 

J. Yes, a little. But that is natural just now. You'll get over look- 
ing awli ward after a while. The first or second fight will scare all that 
out of you. Come, never mind " the awkward " now. Sit down and 
talk to me— come. I suppose you have heard of this— the coming, 
flag — have you? 

C. [Sits by her. 1 Yes, Harry told me of it. How is it coming on? 

J. [Sewing.'] Oh, so, so —nearly finished. Here's the last 'stripe- 
thirteenth. {Color red.} 

C. Good for the thirteenth. \ Looks at if.] The boys will feel quite 
proud of this, I know. But wherc's the rest of it ? inside? 

J. Inside. Don't tell them, Charley, of it, 'cause we want to give 
them a surprise. See ? 

C. A surprise! Oh, dear ! you do, eh ? A surprise! Oh, bless your 
wit, I'l never tell them! — no, never! never ! never ! Mum's the coun- 
tersign ! [ Tries to kiss her.] 

J. Come, Charley, no skirmishing. 

C. I'm not the one to take and tell, Jennie ! 

J. [Points needle at him.] No skirmishing — never! never! never! 
You do, and I'll charge on you ! How does that look from there, awk- 
ward? Oh, come, sit down, Charley; don't go away. Oh, no; come, 
ait down— yes, come— there. You told your boss about your going to 
enlist, I suppose— did you? 

C. [Silting down ] I did. What do you think he said ? 

J. Oh, I can't tell. Some sentimental thing, I guess. 

C. Very sentimental— yes ! He said this wild hubbub of enlisting 
North was so exasperating the South he couldn't collect a dollar of 
debt— not a cent— not one. And if it keeps on this way it's going to 
ruin the whole trade and business of the country. " 

J. Dear, me ! Nothing about ruining the rebels of the country ? 

C. No! no! He's for peace. Peace and compromise— compromise 
and peace. No shooting — he wants no fighting. Indeed, for all I 
know, he may have Quaker blood in him. 

J. If a person could only see it — i 

C. Yes, if a person could only see it— he might tell. But I'm" afraid 
" if" is not possible. 

J. No ; not so long as he has Quaker debts. .[Pause.] It seems to 
me, Charley, if I were a man, "if," and the South owed me money, I'd 
go— enlist, march, and fight— take it out of their hide— tan 'em ! Yes, 
I would. 

C Yes, a body could square up that way. But Thos. Russ'^ll's not 
the body. No, he's not that stripe of a girl— couldn't be. [Pause.] 
No, not even for sixty days. 



SCBNB 3.] GETTYSBURG. 25 

J. Yes, that's what I would do in a minute, I think. 

C Thomas, he's diflferent— he's all for peace out and out— peace at 
any price. He may, indeed, have conscientious scruples on the subject 
war. I don't know ; he may hare ; I can't tell. 

J. Conscientious debts I guess. That's where the slipper pinches, 
Charley. 

C. Yes some, I suppose. But then he hinted some to me about a 
salary-raise if I would stay. \_Pause.\ 

J. Well, that's exasperating, I must say. 

C. He did — oh, he's death on peace— on that only. Yes, he'll do 
anything to beat the war business. 

J. Yes, do anything to heal these bleeding southern debts. Oh, it's 
a clear case of conscience, Charley — shoddy conscience — an exaspera- 
ted shoddy conscience. That's it — nothing else. Why, anybody with 
half an eye can see it is. {Pause.] If I had been you, in your place, 
Charley, I would have cried some 'cause I couldn't take the salary con- 
scientiously. [Pause.] I would, some. 

C. There, there now, Jennie, don't talk that way. There are plenty 
worse in town than he is— a great deal worse, a great deal. 

J. I know. [Aside.] Worse in debt, may be. 

C. He's wrong about the war, I know. But think of his age — make 
some allowance for that— give some margin to old fogies always. 

J. Yes, yes; I know, for conscience sake. [Pause.] Well, well, 
we'll talk of something else — yes, talk of you, will we? 

C. You? yes, you, if you like, go ahead. 

J. [Pause.] Well, of you. How about a likeness now in that exas- 
perating suit ? 

C Likeness, mine? in this suit? Well, I declare. 

J. I would so like it, Charley, I'm in, earnest. 

C Likeness ! Why, Jennie, I thought that heart of yours wouldn't 
need such trumpery now— now that I'm going away. Mine don't need 
yours— no. 

J. But mine must have yours, Charley — yours in that new suit. 
See? [Pause.] What say? as a private. Yes, come, you know you 
may become an officer soon with buttons here and there all over you, 
and pockets too. Come, Charley, I want your likeness now without 
your hands a-sticking into pockets, what say? come, I have a secret 
for you. 

C. Secref, secret! What is it? Mum the countersign? [Tries to 
kiss her.\ 

J. Yes, mum's the countersign [vMves] when I get it. 

C. [Rising.] Well, likeness it is. How do you want it taken— pro- 
file side view or full front, or how? 

J. Well, mostly front, Charley. 

C. Mostly front, eh? Well, front it is, or shall be, as you like it. 
[going.] 

3 



26 GETTYSBURG. [Act I 

J. Mostly tront, Charley, so as to show the hands. 

C. So as to show the hands; oh, yes — I'll stand like this for it, 
\stands in first position of a soldier] eh ? 

J. Let's see— as you were, again. No, no, Charley, not quite so stiff 
as that, no, no. Wait, I'll show you [fixing him]. Here, bring the left 
hand half way up thus— so, there, right there— second button hole- 
see? so. There now ; that position's better, I think. How is it you ? feel 
awkward that way ? 

C. Well, soule— not much— not a great deal— that do? 

J. Let's see again— look at me square in the face, I'm not a going 
to shoot you. Yes, that's about the thing. Wait, wait, hold still. Oh, 
bendyour left hand, Charley, so as to show the ring alittle— so. 

C. Ring? No ring there. [Shows hand.] 

J. Oh, isn't there? 

C. No, isn't there — see? But never mind that now, I can boiTOW 
one. 

J. Borrow one? My conscience, Charley, I hope you're not going 
to give me the picture of a borrowed ring. Charley, Charley. 

C. Jennie, Jennie— well, ring it is— as you like it— and full front 
you say. [Going.] 

J. Yes, yes, Charley, as you were. 

C. And how about the size ? You're forgetting that . 

J. Oh, true, the size of the ring. I am forgetting that. 

C. No, the size of the likeness. 

J. Oh, of the likeness— yes, yes. Well, I don't know. Charley, I 
don't know what size to say, [Pause.] I'll say about the size of— size 
of— 

C. Your heart— eh ? 

J. Yes, Charley ; or my hand. [Gives it.] 

C. And what am I to have for all this you say ? 

J. Mum's the countersign, Charley. [Exit House.] 

C. Well, well ; as you like it. Bye, bye. [Exit 3 R.] 

Russell. [Entering 3 left, with papers and letters.] 'Tis come at last— 
'tis come to us at last. They've talked, and talked, and talked of peace 
until they've sickened into war; and what a war it will be! It's agoing 
to break the business of this country all to smash !— smash !— smash 
[uses cane] this country ? No, 'twill smash the business trade and com- 
merce of the world — the world, and nothing less. It will-r-I see it, see 
it with my eyes shut. And what's the cause— what's the cause of it ? 
One man says this ; another that. Now I say it's money, and His 
money ! Money, money, is the sole reason of all the treason ! Money ! 
Money's in it all. Office money— that's it ! [Looks at letters.] Oh, these 
pocket patriots ! Uh-h-h-h! Halloo! What's this, eh? A letter from 
Baltimore? Baltimore? [Sits on seat.] I must see to this. [Opening 
U.] Yes, money's in it all, from first to l£6st ! These long-haired politi- 
cians say it's slavery-say slavery's the cause of the war. [Pause.] 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 27 

Well, it is slavery— yes, slavery to gold ! That's it ! They're right ! 
Yellow slavery— not black ; that's it. Yes, dollar slavery— dollar, not 
human. Slavery 'tis— yes, slavery is the cause— yes, I wonder what's 
in this. [Opens.] Hallo! there's something now, to begin with. 
[Check falls out.] Eh, what's this? Money! check! cash! five hun- 
dred dollars ! five hundred dollars ! Well, that's the first time in my 
life that ever I talked of money and money appeared! Five hundred 
dollars, and par — gold! Oh, I must read ! Who from, first? Johnson 
& Co., eh! — good men — the soul of honor. [Reads.] 

Baltimore, Md., April 14, 1861. 

Dear Sir: — Please send to our address (see card enclosed) 10,000 
boxes " G. D." percussion caps, and charge the same to our account. 
Enclosed find check $.500, par, in part of payment. Ship caps immedi- 
ately by P. R. R. But if any secrecy be needed about the order, send 
on by "G. and T. Express," secure from observation. 

Yours, &c., Johnson & C©. 

To Thos. Eussell, Esq. 

R. Johnson & Co. ! Good men— good business men— good as wheat. 
Five hundred dollars! Why, I haven't collected that much debt the 
last five months— no; audit's the whole bill nearly. Let's see. Per- 
cussion caps—" G. D.'s "—yes, yes ; " G. D.'s " ; I've got them— millions 
of them— millions— all " G. D.'s!" And now Pll go right off and tele- 
graph an answer. That they'll look for the first thing. " G. D.'s" — 
very good ! Yes, yes, I'll go and telegraph. Business is business — 
caps is caps. [Going.] If war needs business, business needs attention. 
[Harry, in blue suit, and Charley enter S r. e. H. with paper.] 

C. [To H.] Business needs attention. You hear that ? Draw it 
mild now, Harry; don't exasperate him, and I guess we have him. 
Mr. Russell, good morning ! 

R. Good morning, Charley ! good morning! How are you? 

C. Very well, sir. Allow me— Capt. Harry Cook, Mr. Russell. [Bows, 
<fec.] I have drummed you up some business, Mr. Russell, this morn- 
ing. 

R. Business, eh? That's something new these days. 

C. Something in the way of a contract. The Captain will explain. 

R. Very Good ! Something in my line Captain ? 

H. Yes, I understand it is — percussion caps. 

R. Percussion ! [Hides letter.] 

H. Percussion ; yes, exactly— percussion. You have them? 

R. [Aside.] Some trick this. [Aloud^^ Yes ! oh* yes, I have per- 
cussion caps — yes, yes; I have them. Yes, well? 

H. Well, sir, we want 5,000. We're off right away to Baltimore this 
evening — have just received the marching orders. 

R. Baltimore, eh ; Baltimore ? 

H. Yes sir; Baltimore— right away to Baltimore, and through it — 
right through Baltimore to Washington. We go to-night. 



28 GETTYSBURG. f Act 1 

C. Right through it or over it. 

H. That's it, and now we want 5,000 caps to make an even comple- 
ment of rounds. You have them you say ? We mean business. 

R. I have that— millions of them— millions ! 

H Well sir, 5,000 we want, that is us, the government wants — and 
right oflF, quick as lightning; a straight forward business, now. 

R. [Going.'] Well, sir ; business it is— 5,000, you say ? 

H. Yes, sir ; 5,000—5,000 " G. D's." 

R. "G. D's." [Aside.] (I'll trick him.) Well, sir, "G. D's." You can 
have 5,000 " G. D's." Yes, sir; have five millions of them all "G. 
D's." Greatest of pleasure. 

H. Yerj good, Mr. Russell— very good. But I think 5,000 this time 
is all we'll take— all we'll need. 

R. Very good. 5,000 it is. I'll go and see about it right away. 
Time is money, day or night. Charley, I owe you one for this. Good 
day. Captain, [Going 3 K.] 

H. Good day. [Aside.] You No. 1 patriot! 

R. Come 'round and see me, Charley, 'fore you go. [Exit.] 

C. Yes, sir ; I will of course. Well, Harry, what you think of him? 
Loyal, is he? 

H. Loyal to business I must say, but further than that I won't say. 
Can't judge from this just what he is. Why, any business man in town 
would fill such a contract now. 

C. Yes, I know that, but I believe Harry it's good policy to give a 
contract now and then to these doubtful men. I do — so as to put them 
under bonds of obligation to help us. See? 

H. See? Yes, I see— see through it. 

C. See through it? You know he's rich (Russell); don't you? Rich 
. as Croesus. 

H. Yes, and you would make him richer; that it? 

C That's half of it. He's rich and the more of work he gets from 
the government the more he'll think of it. That's what I believe. 

H. Of what— the riches? 

C. No— of the government. 

H. He will— think more of the government the more the govern- 
ment gives him~work ? 

C. He will. Yes, think more of the government— that is, talk it up, 
create opinion, good faith and public confidence. All that and more' 
Perhaps in time he'll loan it money. 

H. Yes, He'll support the government if the government supports, 
him — that's it. 

C. That's half of it He's a doubtful man, Harry, and I believe a 
contract now and then will change him 'round and make him sound. 
You see that, now. [Pause.] He's rich, and riches now we'll need to push 
this war. We'll need the cash, Harry— cash and blood. Cash to buy 
the food and food to make the blood. You know that ; I know you do. 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG/ 29 

H. I know that— yes, I know we'll need the rich men's riches now to 
push this war. Bnt, Charley, if the sight of those stars in that old flag 
doesn't teach their hearts to lighten their pockets, contracts nexer 
— never will ! The flag, Charley, not contracts must make loyalty- 
—The flag and nothing else. Cash is king in this country, Charley, 
but that's the power above the king. [Pause.'] That's my creed, Char- 
ley. Cash must salute the flag and not the flag the cash.- But I don't 
blame you now for trying to favor Russell. No, no— not a bit— don't 
think it. No, no— come along in the house, now, and have dinner. 
It's about ready, I guess. Come. Oh, by the way, what's the matter Avith 
his eyes, (Russell's)? Cross-eyed; isn't he? 

C No, no ; he's not cross-eyed. That left eye's glass of his— t he 
blue one. You don't dislike him on that account? 

H. No, no — no, no — course not. But why in thunder don't he make 
them match in color— his eyes? The right one's gray, isn't it? 

C. Yes, gray, it is. But he can't get a gray one to match — they don't 
last long— gray. 

H. Don't last long?— oh, that's bad. Well come— dinner. 

C No, no — no dinner, Harry not to-day ; I must off to half-a-dozen 
places now the next half hour— thank you all the same. 

H. Well, all right. See Russell about that order, and hurry him up. 

C. I will. Oh, Where's Percy? I haven't seen him all day. 

H. Percy is out of town to-day ; he'll be home, though, this even- 
ing. Lieutenant Percy now. [Holds up paper.] 

C. Commission, eh? How are you. Lieutenant ? 

H. That's the document. [Goes to house — c. ex?< 3 R. E.] 

Sam. [Mf.eting Harry at door, shouts] Dinner, dinner, dinner ! 

H. Goody! Goody! Goody! Come here, Sam. [Takes in arms.] 
Dinner's ready, is it? So is us— and cousin Belle went away and left 
you, did she ? Didn't bid you good bye ? 

S. No. 

H. She didn't? That's too bad. But then she kissed you good 
bye? • , . 

S. No. 

H. Oh, I say yes ; I saw her. 

S. Not this morning. 

H. Yes, saw her this morning kiss you, Sam, good-bye, 1, 2, 3. 

^. Where? 

H. Where ? Why, there, and there, and there. [Kisses him.] 

S. I didn't see her. 

H. Oh, I know you didn't see her; your eyes were shut— sleeping. 

,5^. Sleeping ! And didn't I wake them up? 

M. No, you didn't wake them up— not a wink. 

S. Is cousin Belle coming back? 

H. Yes, yes ; some day, some day, I hope. Come along now, we'll 



30 (GETTYSBURG. [Act! 

go to dinner— dinner— dinner. And what will Sam do when Percy 
goes away to fight, and Harry, eh? Poor Sara. 

S. Oh, I'll go, too. 

If. You'll go, too, will you ? Oh, my, that's awful. Well, dinner- 
dinner— dinner. Come, let's run— see who'll beat. Come. [Exit Sam to 
house.] [Drums heard.] Drums! Why, what time is it?— five? [^oofo a< 
teatch.] I didn't think it. 

Percy [Entering in haste 3 R. e.] Oh, Harry, here you are. Why I 
heard you was gone. Here's something for you— Belle sends. [Hands 
letter.] 

H. Belle sends, eh ? Well, here is something for you the government 
sends. [Hands commission^ [Aside.] That'll surprise him, I know. 
[ Opens B.'s letter.] I see Belle is determined to have the last word at 
any rate if not the best. She means us well, but then she's gone, 
gone, gone. [Touches head.] Her blood's a tyrant, domineers her 
head. Well, what is the last word now ?— I know— what's this? Beads. 
[Emotion.] 

Percy. [Reads Commission.] Lieutenant ! Well by all the powers 
that be! Look Harry! Oh! Come— congratulate me. [Shakes H's 
hand and B's ring falls.] Eh— what's that? A ring? [Sloops to pick it 
up.\ 

H. [Loud.] Percy ! [Takes ring and turns from P.] 

P . Why Harry, hows this ? What does this mean ? 

H. [Going 3 R. e., P. following. Away ! [Exit.] 

P. [DruTns heard.] Oh, this will never do— parting this way— never, 
never. I'll follow— see him. I'll know what's in that letter, now if I 
die for it ! [Exit 3 R. e.] 

[Enter Russell and Rose discussing. 3 L. E.J 

Russell, I know, sir; I know all that— but war, sir, is an evil— a tre- 
mendous evil. Why, sir, instead of this nation having a war office it 
should have a peace office. Yes, sir ; a peace office. It's what the 
country wants; more argument and less artillery. 

Rose. War is a great evil, Mr. Russell — true, but still 'tis evil greatly 
mixed with good. I know its dark side— all the horrors, miseries^ 
sujBFerings it produces ; I know its bright side — allthe courage, faith 
and loyalty to principle it stirs and animates. 'Tis evil, true, but has 
its goodness, sir, no less renowned than peace. 

R. But, sir, I would banish war; its evils— half its evils far outweigh 
its good. 

Rose. But, sir ; but, sir— we cannot banish war. No, no ; our wish 
is not our will — we cannot banish war — war — evil, nothing from this 
world. Nothing we brought in the world and nothing we can banish 
No, 'tis here — 'tis in us, in our souls and nature, and we cannot veto 
nature— impossible ! 

Rl. Impossible is not in reason. I cannot think it. 



8CEXV 3.] GETTYSBURG. 31 

Hose. The cause of war is but the cause of reason ; 'tis necessary to 
its life and truth. 

m. Truth. But what is truth ? 

JRose. Aye, there's the rub— the rub the war must tell. 

EL lAside ] Rubbish. \ Aloud.] But reason, too, will tell. 

Hose. It will. But what is reason ?— 'tis words and words and words, 
and man will not believe it good unless its words are read in blood. 
[Pause.] Man's symbol for the reason's truth's the sword. 'Tis blood 
confirms the truth on earth and must— 'tis nature's law ; 'twas Heaven's 
and must be man's. [Distant drum.] What's that— thunder ? There, 
it sou ads again. No, I think its drums. Drums, is it not? sir. 

Ml, [Looking out 3 e. e.] Drums; yes, and soldiers, too. Here they 
come a marching 'round the corner. 

[Sam rushes out of house, falls down, gets tip and runs out 3 r. e.] 

Rose. Hallo, young man, hurt? Good bones there I must say. 

Rl. Yes ; goodlegs, too. Bless my eyes, see him run. 
[Citizens, crowd and Co. of soldiers enter 3 r. e. Harry Cook enters 3 
R. E. with Sam, salutes Rose, &c., and erit to house— Jourf and wife, 
H. and ladies enter from house with flag: also Sam & Co. — h(rys 
dressed in paper hats, &c. Soldiers drill, J. presents flag— Picture of 
Washington near it.] • ■ 

John. [With flag.] Fellow Citizens and Soldiers: -In behalf of some 
ladies of the Second ward, I have the honor now to present to you, in 
their name, this beautiful stand of colors— the emblem of our coun- 
try's union. I will not tell the history of its past ; no words need tell. 
It's past is here; 'tis in us, and around us— speaks unto our 
hearts and rules us in the patriot souls at rest beaeath \:points to flag] 
its consecrated shade. But now that past it stands in peril. A civil 
foe to-day, abetted by some foreign ones abroad, has drawn the sword 
and called in question certain of its laws and long-established rights. 
Soldiers, this question is to you— not words, but swords must answer 
it— shall that old flag still live to bless the grave of him [points to 
Washington] who gave it birth, or shall it not ? [Pause.] Enough— I 
see your answer in your flaming eye and trembling lip, and I will say 
no more. Take it, soldiers, then, and speak that loyal answer to the foe 
for us, the living, and for him ( Washington) the dead. Take it, and with 
it take its glorious past, and swear to all its foes abroad that glorious 
past shall still with it live on. Take it and swear to all its foes at home 
that those bright s ars shall still shine on in union one— that this good 
land our fathers gave to us shall still for us and for the children of the 
world endure ; " that this, the Government of the people, by the peo- 
ple, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Swear ! [J. 
hands flag to Jennie.] Swear it, soldiers, swear— swear no other flag 
shall wave where that has waved before. [Cheers. Sam beats drum.] 

Jennie. Take the flag— the starry banner; 

Take the flag our fathers bore ; 



32 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Guard it through the thick of battle — 
Guard it homeward, victory o'er. 
Charley. ^Advances, kneels, takes flag and kisses it.] 
Jennie. Guard it till the cause be conquered ; 

Guard it till the truth be free : 
Guard for us and coming ages ; 
Guard it for the love to be. 
Joh7i. [Coming down from porch.] Go, soldiers, now, and show unto 
the world a people mighty as their ballots free ! Go, now, and teach 
these would-be lords at home and foreign, despots 'cross the sea, that it 
is wise to trust the people, and it is wise to fear. Go ! 

Officer. [Draws sword.] Attention, company ! &c. Left, face! 
Rose. Very good! very good! [Applauds.] 

Russell. Ah, yes — now ; but if they fail 

John. [To E.] They fail? Never! "They never fail who die in a 
great cause." Their blood may soak the fields; their bones may whiten 
on the hills ; their forms may shrink and shrivel in the prison-pen — 
may waste and wither, moulder there and starve, but still their soul 
goes marching on ! 

Drums strike and company marches off with flying colors — one soldier seizes 
a girl's handkerchief, flings it 'round his neck — kisses thrown — Sam 
and company cheer — Harry kneels and mother blesses. Curtain. 



ACT SECOND. SCENE FIRST. 

Mrs. Hetty Carter's Southern home — Room r and l, laMiced win- 
dows-^S doors — c. R. and L ; also, tables, chairs and a small melodeon, 
&c. c. T>. is open. Old Joe eating with Lucy. [Both slaves.] 

L. How many more cakes you gwine to eat, old man? You know 
how many dis bar is, eh? 

Joe. No, no, I'se got no taste for counting now ; I'se hungry now- 
hungry as a possum. How is dis cake, done eh? [Hits it with 
knife.] 

L. Done soon I guess. Dars 1, 2, 3. [Counting fingers] 6, 10 cakes for 
you, old man, dis blessed meal. Dats more dan de soldiers eat, datis, old 
man. 

Joe. Soldiers ! How you know what soldiers eat ? Some been here ? 
See him eat, did you ? How many cakes a soldier eats, now, how many, 
€h? 

L. Six cakes, dats all, old man, half a dozen. 



Scene l.J GETTYSBURG. 8S 

Joe, Six cakes ! Dats enough, plenty nuflf. Dey don't work like I 
does, digging de dirt and making de forts and forti'cations all de 
whole day, and all de whole week. Dats enough for 'em, and what'a 
dat for me {shous cake] 6 nothings like that? Is dis one done, eh? 
tink ? 

L. {Leaves table.'] If dat is'nt done, I is sure, I know. 

Joe, Dis one's done better dan de last, I tink. 

L. [Putting things aicay.] Don't tink it isn't last, old man— don't 
tink it isn't, for it am, sure. 

Joe. If I eat— If I eat— If I eat 6 nothings like dat, I work myself 
sick, sure. [Paj^se.] Well, I'se done now, I guess. How many dat you 
say I eat 'fore dis one— Sixteen ! eh ? I believe dat last one, Lucy, 
give me some appetite. [Loosens vest.] Is dat de sure last, or is you 
only saying last to try me, eh ? 

L. Oh, eat away old man— eat till de last button goes now- 1 
doesn't care. I said 'nough, I have. Eat away 

Joe. Sixteen ! Oh, well I guess sixteen is enough. Seventeen cakes 
dats too much for one old man like me, eh ! But dat's hard work, Loo> 
digging dem soldier forti'cations, down in de dirty dirt, and de old hot, 
sun boiling down on it. Awful, awful hard on de appetite dat. 

L. Well fru eating is you? I got a— got something to show you now. 
[Feels in her bosom, takes out some paper.] 

Joe. Yes I done, I guess. Well what's to show dis evening? 

L. See dat paper money, how much is dat? 

Joe. I see dat paper, but not de money. 

L. Yes 'tis ; dat's money — paper money, see de picture ? 

Joe. Dis bar's paper, Loo, paper, no money. 

L. Oh but dat is money, old man, de new money, soldier money — 
Yes indeed ; see de picture. 

Joe. What soldier say dat new money? Any man say dat's new 
money, lies. Dat dar's old paper, black paper, newspaper, nuffin else. 

L. Dat's paper? [Takes ii.] Nuffin else? 

Joe. Nuffin but pa er for wadding guns, nuffin. What soldier say 
dat money* De one eat six cakes ? 

L. Dat's de one, de berry one, Joe? 

Joe. De berry one! eh ? You know'd him? What he look like? You 
see him 'fore dis time, eh ? 

L. Dat's paper. Den its no use talking, de six soldier cakes is dough 
— dough Joe. 

Joe. How dat dough ? 

L. Dat dar soldier har war Linkum soldier. 

Joe. What! Linkum soldier gave you dat ? De tarn al black sheep! 
sure him Linkum soldier? , 

L. [Noise.] Hush dar some one coming, [whispers, kneels down and 
lets on to fix his leg,] quick old man. 



34 GETTYSBURG, [Act 2 

[Dick Kane enters c D. open with Mason & Johnson,"] 

Dick. Hallo, hallo here, what's all this yelling about? What's the 
matter Joe ? Wounded in the front, eh ? 

Lucy. Is dis de pain ri^ht dar Joe— dar is it? 

Joe. No sah ; dis not quite so bad as dat, dis har. 

L. It's de rheumatiz sah, is touching him bad. 

D. Rheumatiz, eh ? Well that is bad; true enough. 

Joe. Yes sah ; dis dretfel digging on forti'cations all de day, its a 
telling on me, its a telling on me. 

D. Well, Joe, we can't help that now— must dig. Come, sit down, 
men— make yourselves at home. 

Mason. Remember, Joe, it's the Yanks now are making you work so 
hard— not "we uns." 

Johnson. Yes, Joe, it's the Yanks are making you root now. 

Dick. Oh, Joe, I tell you— go and get that liniment in the stable and 
rub that on— that may ease you up some. You know where it is? 
Well, try that, and mind you put it on the outside — outside — if yea 
don't want the Bad Man's colic. That's it; move along. 

Joe. Oh, yes, sah ; I put it on de outside, sure. {Exit c. D.] 

M. His feet do . 't keep step. I'll bet he's lazy. [To J".] 

D. No, no, he's tired. Now, Lucy, you go and get us something to 
eat; the best you got— and hurry up. Oh, where's your mistress— out? 

L. Out, yes, sah ; sewing for de soldiers, I tink. 

D. Well, well, hurry up, now, She'll be here soon I suppose [loudl. 
Hurry up ! [Spells it.] E-a-t. Something to eat. I'm as hungry as a 
hungry alligator. We're all hungry— all of us. 

L. Yes, sah, yes, sah— berry well, berry well. [Exit K. D.J 

Mason. You know I thought I heard those darkeys talking of Lin- 
coln as we came in. 

Johnson. Yes, I thought I heard that word '■ Lincoln " myself. 

D. No, no; liniment, perhaps, you heard. 

M, No, it was Lincoln, I think. Captain. 

B. They're all right; never fear. I'll trust 'em. 

M. I believe in watching every black soul of them — I do. 

B. Well, I don't. I believe in trusting all like them born and raised 
and brought up here. They'll not run otf— I'll trust them and they'll 
stick here— stick here like old cats round a bakery. [Lucy enters with 
cake— sets on table— Exit c. r>.] Why it would take one of Lincoln's reg- 
iments to drive them oflf this place, you know that? it would, and the 
Black Brigade to back them. Well, gentlemen, no ceremony— charge \ 
[All sit at table.] Help yourself now ; I must eat, too. How do you like 
'em, these? too thin, eh? 

M, Fine, fine, Captain. What will Aunt say when she comes here 
and sees us all eating this way ? * 

Z>. Oh, Aunt'll not care ; rather like it, I guess. [To J.] Pitch in, 



SCKNE 1.] GETTYSBURG. S5 

"Sergeant; there's work ahead to-night. Have another? Like 'em? 

J. Course ; I do that — nothing better. 

D. Sorry, men, I can't offer you any tea for supper. But the fact is 
this stringent Yankee blockade has steepened the price so strong that 
my port-monie is tee-totally " M T." Yes, that's it— all " M T." See ? 

M. Yes, yes ; we see the joke. But, Captain, we never drink tea for 
supper — never; do we, Sergeant ? 

J. No, not for supper. It's bad on our Southern constitution. 

D. [Hands cakes.} Constitution !— yes, yes. Have another one for 
the constitution. I suppose you've heard the Yanks have got another 
grand General for their grand armee ? 

M. Not another? 

D. Another. The cry is still they come 

M. This is the third one — isn't it ?— the charm. 

D. Third or thirteenth — I don't know which. 

M. Oh, Caesar ! it's not the thirteenth — eh, Johnson ? 

J. No ; but soon will be, the way they're advancing. 

M. Wko is the coming fraud? Hear his name? 

D. I did hear it, but I forget what it is now. 

J. 'Tisn't " Norval," of the Grampian Hills, is it ? 

D. No, 'tisn't Norval ; no, no— not Nor?al. 

M. West Pointer, is he ? I suppose. 

D. West Pointer ! . Yes, he is at present. You wouldn't guess where 
bis headquarters are to be ? 

J. Yes. Richmond. 

D. Wrong. In the saddle. 

J. What ! headquarters in the saddle— modest ! 

D. Yes, in the saddle— saddle in by order of Major-General Welling- 
ton De Boots. 

J. Hard on the saddle, that. 

M. In the saddle. Why did n't he say in a balloon? 

J, Oh, the people then might think he was blowing. 

M. May-be he's blowing now or letting on— which? 

J. May-be he's crazy now, or "letting on"— which ? 

M. May-be so. Well, well, well, time will tell. It's a great wonder 
they're not sick of the war— the Yanks, eh?— seeing so much of old 
General Debility— eh. , 

J. Oh, they'll hold out as long as their pockets do. 

M. Yes; or their legs. 

J. I did hear they wanted to buy up some foreign generals— Garibaldi 
for one. Hear of it ? 

M. No, I didn't. He might make things interesting If they get him. 

Well, I'll swear, I don't blame the Yanks for running with their 
generals; do you? [To Jl] 

J. "No, that's natural — runs in the blood. 

M. I tell you the Yank prisoners hate them. 



36 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

D. I tell you, men, what's the matter with their officers : this slave 
order of Lincoln's has demoralized them so to speak — demoralized 
the^. Yes; it's pulled the wool oflf" their eyes. They see themselves 
to-day in a glass darkly ; see themselves a-warriug for an idea— which 
they didn't enlist for (slavery)— and their Union back-bone don't stand 
up-right. That's the cause of their trouble and the trouble with their 
cause. 

M. There is something in that, Captain, I think. 

D. Something! That slave order of Lincoln's is a-going to run a 
regiment of Union officers out of that black abolition army in less 
than six months — mark my words — in less than six months you'll see 
it. That order plays right into our hands every day in the week. 

31. Good as another Bull Run. 

D. Why it has stopped volunteering in the North already, so news- 
papers state. 

M. I suppose Lincoln thought his slave order would stop English 
recognition, eh ! {Pause] What are the papers saying about that now, 
our papers ? 

D. Oh, everything but the right thing. Their heads are full of 
English recognition— English recognition, and they write of nothing 
else, and that's where they're wrong. Now men this war is a war 
for Yankee recognition, if I understand it, not English. That's the 
point at issue now, Yankee recognition. Nothing is settled or can 
be settled till that is settled. 

J. And we must settle it, eh ! 

D. And we must settle it, exactly— must fight them for it — fight 
them till we wring it out of their heart's blood ! 

J. My sentiments exactly. [Slaps table.] 

D. Yankee recognition, that's the point and don't forget it ! English 
recognition ! Why, I wouldn't have it as a gift — a free will offering, 
no. 

M. England's a rich nation, Captain. 

D. Rich, yes she is, Sergeant — rich and I think the richest and the 
meanest nation on the face of the earth. {Pause.'] Don't talk her up. 
I hate her, hate her worse than I hate a mad dog, I do. {Pause.] Why 
no soldiers like her, North or South, blue or gray, and its the same 
thing the wide-world over. The world's sun never sets on her enemies. 
[Pause.] She's false to all and jealous of all — jealous and false now, 
always was and always will be, world without end. 

M. I think she's for secession— sly of course. 

D. Sly! She's the green-eyed monster of secession ! 

J. That's her Captain ; you know her like a book. 

D. That's her, that's her exactly, and yet here's a paper North, and 
there's a paper South that run to her and talk to her for royal favor 
and majestic sympathy. Yes, day after day they run after her and 
talk to her, and talk pretty, and pull her pretty apron-string, 



SCBNBl] GETTYSBURG. 37 

andthey pull and they pull, and the way they pull you would think 
they were " two orphans " after govermnent pap. Yes, you would. 
Oh 1 my heart's sick of these papers North and South. Come, no more 
talk about them; its spoiling my appetite. Have some more cakes 
here. [Hands to M. and J".] 

J. How about this party to-night, everything ready for the dance — 
the Ballet, etc., eh? 

D. Everything's all ready. Yes. You two have got to act servants 
supes, understand ? and mind I don't want you to bring on a fight if 
you can avoid it, and— hark ! some one coming, {goes to door c. d, ope»,] 
Aunt, I'll bet it is, I know her step. Yes, and here she is. 

Hetty. \Entering c. D. with basket, <fcc.] Well Richard, here I am, 
a little late, but not too late I guess; am I? [Sees M. & J.] Oh, com- 
pany with you ? 

Dick. Yes, [jiresentingfl gentlemen, my Aunt I spoke of. Sergeant 
Mason, Sergeant Johnson, my right hand men. 

Maso7i. And yours also, lady. 

H. I hope so, [to E.] Well, now to business, we have no time to 
spare; Belle will be here in ten minutes, with the ladies; we must have* 
things in order for them. Are you all arranged? Men fixed? 

Dick. Yes, all arranged— all but these two, [to 31. & J.] Ob, 
Sergeant you may go and toilette now— fix up and set the table, I'll be 
with you in half a second. 

H. [Looks at table.] Quite a rich supper from Richard, Sergeant. 

J. Oh, its pretty fair for war times. 

H. [Shows a bottle from basket.] Well gentlemen after this uproar is 
over, you shall see how I entertain — [pause] — but mind your "p's and 
qte," make no mistake— no mistake gentlemen, if you do— 

M. Trust us. 

J. We couldn't if we tried. [Exit r. d.] 

Dick. Why, where in the world did you raise this. Aunt ? What ! 
two bottles ! You didn't lose any ? 

H. No ; two is all I called for— one for the coming guests and one 
for your men. But where are the men, Dick? How many have you? 
Is everything all right sure ? 

Dick. Yes, yes ; everything's fixed— every man posted— ten of them 
up the trees outside. But about the wine— where did you get that 
wine ? that's what I want posting on. 

H. Oh, Belle got it to-day at headquarters, from some officer— some 
aide to the General, I believe. 

H. Headquarters, eh ? Sound,»Belle! [Aside.] I must make some 
calls there soon. [Going.] Well, I'll go now and see the men. 

H. You think they'll not show fight, Dick— the Yanks ? 

D. No, no ; I'm pretty sure they won't— they'll not show fight when 
they see five to one. [Going and turns.] But, by the way, Aunt, don't 

4 



38 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

you fill them up with wine so their eyes can't see five to one — under- 
stand ? If they get tight they may fight. 

H. Yes, yes ; I see. Well, well, perhaps I won't give them wine, 
I'll see Belle first, anyway. 

B. Very good. We'll have them tight anyway, you know. 

H. Oh, Dick, send Lucy in, will you? I think I'll send her on an 
errand now, and have her out the way. 

Z>. Send Lucy in ? yes. \^Exit q-.-d. <Mls.\ Loo! Here! 

H. Let me see now— what in the world will I talk about to these 
Yankee officers— I mean Union officers. Union? No; I can't talk 
Union, I know — can't talk one way and feel another — can't act that 
way ; never could ; I musn't try it now— no, no, not here. [Patwe.] Let's 
see what's in this paper {takes one) worth talking about. What date ? 
7th. Telegraph news— another Union victory. Oh, yes, of course. 
What's in this column ? Amusements — operaof Lucrezia Borgia ; that 
I'll not talk of, certain. What's this long piece here about? England. 
All of it? Y'es, all of it's about England. There, now— there's a good 
subject — England— very good ; just the one — none better, I guess — none. 
Yes, I think I'll try them on that— England. Oh, here comes Lucy! 
{Lucy c. D., with candle lit.] Well, Loo, anybody called while I was 
out ? any visitors ? 

L. No, Misses ; no visitors —no ladies — no gem'men, except the two 
soldiers. 

H. Two soldiers? W hat two soldiers— those two you saw here just 
'now? 

L, No, Misses ; the Linkum soldiers this morning. 

H. Oh, two Lincoln soldiers called here, did they ? Well, what did 
they want ? What did they say ? Steal anything ? I suppose so. 

L. No, Misses, no, they just bought some cakes— six cakes [/e#i?5 in 
bosom for money] ; they didn't steel nuffin ; didn't say nuffin — only de 
cakes was good — dat's all, Misses. 

H. Yes, yes, they like good eating, I know. Never mind the money, 
Loo; keep it yourself; save it for Christmas. Here, I want you now to 
take this magazine [hands book} over to Mrs. Tyler's, and tell her I'm 
much obliged— you mind that— much obliged? 

L. Yes, Missus ; " much obliged." [Exit c. D.] Much obliged, &c. 

IT. Y'es, don't forget it. She'll go now, and when she gets there 
she'll stay there, and "sweetheart" around for an hour or so 'fore she 
comes back [goes to- basket], and now about this wine. I must keep 
one of these bottles .for Dick and his men. I wonder if there's any 
diff'erence in them. Same size I see, and— yes— same brand. Let's see, 
what name is that ? Ireland— Ir^and— very good ; I'll drink her very 
good health. * 

Belle. [Enters c. v.] And so will I — health to Ireland and all her 
friends ! 

HeUy. Well, now, you like to surprise people. 



Scene 1] GETTYSBURG. 39 

B. And you Uke to be surprised ; don't you? Yes, you do. Well, 
good, Hetty, now for the general surprise. How is everything here ? 
[Looks 'round.] All right?— all sure— sure, right? 

//. Yes, Belle, all's right. I'm glad you're come. But where's your 
company— the Miss Hills ? 

B. They're here, Ida and Dela; l>oth outside talking with Dick 
How is this window now — all right? No. Hetty, we must bar this out- 
side and inside — double bar the windows, both of them, out and in 
We mustn't, Hetty, leave a loop-hole of esca]«:e. And now these tables — 
we must turn these tables for them. Catch hold that end now and 
we'll turn this one half way 'round ; so, there, a little more your way. 
[Fixing it] There; that's better. See? that leaves a way to the left 
door. We must leave them a seeming way to escape — if not they'll turn 
on us and tight like tigers. We'll not have blood, you know — if we can 
help it. You like that arrangement ? 

If. Yes ; very good. 

B. Oh, I have been planning this in my head all the day. There, 
Hetty is my post— that left door— the post of danger— with Dick ; and 
now, another thing— it's a moonlight night. [Looks ovf.\ The moon 
up yet ? yes ; see. Now when they come you must stroll with them in 
the garden— uuderotand ? 

H. And you'll stroll, too ; will you not ? 

B. Yes— some. But mind, Hetty, wo must keep ourselves separate 
— understand? and keep them separate— the officers; for if they get 
together, you know, they may plot together and ruin everything. Re- 
member, the good old rule: " Divide and conquer." Keep them sepa- 
rate till they come to supper, and then, as Dick says, we'll gobble them 
all up— see? 

H. I see, Belle, you'i-e a general in disguise. But how about this ? 
[shoics bottle,] are you quite sure it's wine ? I see " Ireland's " on it. 

B. Oh yes, that's wine — army wine, regular Head-quarter army 
wine— no mistake. Keep one for Dick, remember ! 

H. Yes, I'll remember. I never thought they had this Aide on the 
Staff, Belle. How do they manage to get it? They don't make it? 

B. [Sho\fs papers.] Yes they make it one way, Hetty: underground 
rail_way— free pass and double track, via " Mason-Dixon's line," see, the 
customary way ? 

H. I see Belle, but I don't understand. Let me look at those passes 
of yours— will you? I've heard so mu'-h talk of them. 

B. Certainly, inspect. [Hands tJiem.] I always show them, when 
asked, which seldom is. Oh Hetty^ what a story those will tell one day. 
But patience ! 

H. [Looking.] One pas-ses North and one South— I see, what's this 
reading? "Good at all hours, day and night." That goes North, 
does it? 



40 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

B. [Takes it] Yes, this bears you North, Hetty, and with the maii 
train. [Looks behind her.] 

H. With the mail train, I see, and this bears you South, does it? 
with the Jersey lightning train, eh, Belle ? [Smiles^^ 

B. Now Hetty, now Hetty, no catechism. I'll not be questioned 
'fore T write that little book. Patience, you'll know all. No secrets- 
now. 

H. Write a book, will you ? and you'll dedicate it to the opposition 
I suppose. 

B. [A noise?^ Hark, what's that ? [Pause:] Yes, perhaps I will. 

H. Do, and have it bound in sheep — will you ? 

B. Listen Hetty, hark! There they come. Hear their horses? 
That's them— ours truly. Keep cool now. Remember what we are- 
Neutrals all neutrals, all of us, and my new name, remember that 
Miss Taylor and your^own too— mind that. What is it? 

H. Yes, yes ; Jennings— Mrs. Mary Jennings. 

B. And my very good Aunt. And now the girls outside, we'll name 
them Hills— the Miss Hills sisters ; as they are, see? All right, are 
we? We are — come, we'll meet them on the piazza. Remember, now, 
and separate them. " Divide and conquer," and be sure talk neutral, 
Hetty— nothing else— nothing of the Union— not a word or syllable. 
No, no ; nothing talk but neutral — talk open fair and square — " no 
beating about the bush," and they are ours. Come. [Exit both c. D.] 
[Mason and Johnson enter R. D.- setting table — both blackened up and in 

female dress— M. as " Cinderella," walks on toes— J. as ^^ Helen," ivalks 
fast, scraping feet on floor.] 
Cinderella [Looks at table.] It won't do dat— never— it won't do. Dar 
wants more lights here — more candles here. More lights on de tables, 
more lights — you hear me, Helen ? more light ! does you hear, you stupid 
ignoramus ?. More light ! Go for some more light 'fore I frow a razor 
at you. [Picks up plate.] 
Helen. []Vhistling Dixie.] Yes, yes. Missy, I'se gwine. [Exit.] 

C. I'll bet I make you light out, you sassy substitute ! 

Belle. [Entering tvifh Charley Harris on arm.] Why, Cinderella, what's 
the matter? What's all this noise about ? Quarreling again? Come, 
come ; I've told you time and time again you must not — must not 
quarrel. What's the matter ? What's wrong? 

C. No quarrel. Missus ; I was only scaring her, dat's all. She's bad 
girl, dat Helen is, some way— berry bad, berry bad dis night. 

H, Well, never mind her you ; I'll reprimand her. 

C. [Aside.] She not crow over me — she won't. 

B. [To Chas.] You see Captain, we have peculiar troubles with our 
"institution" South. [Points to C] The light muUatto class will rule 
and domineer the others. [Touches head.] Their culture has enlight- 
ened them so much they think themselves superior clay. 

Chas. I see, and consequently they believe in muscular Christianity. 



Scene 1.] GETTYSBURG. 41 

B. [Coughs to hide anger.] Yes, yes, somewhat. Oh! Cinderella, 
you go and tell Joe to attend those horses. Hurry up— right away. I 
was nearly forgetting them. And hurry back again. [Exit Cind. c. D.] 

Gias. Those are very classic names. Miss Taylor, they own, Cin- 
derella and Helen. 

£. Yes, very. Oh! Captain. I failed to catch your new friend's 
name this evening, the first one introduced. 

Chas. The first one, [Aside.] Jennings. She heard it well. 

B. Yes, the first one, Captain Harry— something— 

Chas. Oh! we are all Captains, [Pattse.] aU oi ua. The first one was 
Captain Harry— [Koise outside.] "What's that ! eh, that noise ? 

B. Nothing alarming — the horses neighing only. Well, his name 
Captain Harry— What you say ? 

C. Jennings, yes, Captain Harry Jennings, the first. Captain Harry 
Rose, the second, and Captain Charles Harris, [bows] at your service. 

B. [Musing.] Jennings! Jennings! why Captain, that's the name 
of the lady of the house, my Aunt — her name is Jennings. 

Chas. Yes, I know it is. Some relation you think ? 

B. No, no, no relation, no — not that I'm aware of; that is, I never 
heard Aunt speak of any such that's living. No, but its strange, very 
strange I think that those two names should come together here. Don't 
you? 

[Harry Cook and Mrs. Carter seen through latticed window stroll- 
ing.] 

Chas. Strange, Oh! no. Miss Taylor, there's nothing strange about 
their meeting here — that is, not very strange. Here's all the strange- 
ness: the name of Jennings being in your invitation, [Shows letter] and 
Jennings being in my regiment, and my best friend, I chose to bring 
him with me, just you know to form an odd, strange and pleasant 
union in our party. That's all. You see the strangeness— in me ? 

B. [Pause.] I sec, just to form a pleasant union. Yes, yes ; a 
charming idea I must say. Yes, and now I suppose if a certain Cap- 
tain Taylor had been in the regiment why — why — you. 

Ofias. [Bows.] I would not have brought him, on my honor. 

B. [Bows.] Oh, sir, you flatter my poor company. 

Cha^. No flattery— on my honor, no I say it— say it from the bot- 
tom of my heart — assure you if " nine Taylors " had been in the regi- 
ment, and all the nine, nine friends, I wouldn't have brought one of 
them — not one — no. 

B. [Bows.] Oh, sir — sir — sir — sir ! 

Chas. Assure you I wouldn't have brought one— no. 

B. [Bows.] Captain ! Captain ! You harass me with flattery. 

Chas. [Boivs.] I am not a— ble, I assure you. 

B. [ Waves handkerchief.] Captain, truce ! You seem to flatter and 
you seem to please. [Bows.] 



42 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Chas. Lady Taylor, I seem to flatter when I mean to please. [Bows.] 
I know not seems. 

B. [Aside.l You'll know it when you get the gooseberry wine. 

Chas. I know not— know not seems. 

B. [ Waves handkerchief.] It seems you don't— truce ! I do com- 
mand you on your honor— truce. 

Chas. Yours to command. {Takes her arm.] command you may my 
tongue from play. 

B. [Taking arm.] Y''ou must keep your wits about your uniform 
Captain — if you don't I'll think you are seeming more and more. 

Chas. Yes, and you must keep your arm about that uniform— if you 
don't I'll think you are dreaming more and more — understand, my little 
seemstress? Come, let us walk and talk ; will we ? [Helen ejiile^-s E, 
D. icUh lighted candles for table.] Look at that girl. I declare she puts 
me in mind of " Topsey "— " Topsey " in Uncle Tom's Cabin. You've 
seen that play— Miss Taylor? Look, how she glares! Very death in 
her eye. 

B. I see. Come, Captain. I think she's frightened at your uniform, 

Cha^. Are you never afraid of insurrection among these slaves, Miss 
Taylor? 1 think that 1 would be. 

B, Yes, we are afraid of that at times ; but then we never show it, 

Chas. Very wise. I wonder if they know as yet of Lincoln,'s procla- 
mation ? You think they do ? They know, but never tell, I suppose. 

B. They know. I've not the ghost of a doubt but they do— know all 
about it from first to last. [Going to c. D.] Come, Captain; if you 
watch her so she'll think you have come to take her off. This slavery 
proclamation, Captain-r-is there not some difference of opinion now 
regarding that among your officers? T)ie papers mention something 
of it. How is it— fact or fiction ? Of course I'm not asking, Captain, 
your own sentiments about the matter, 

Chas. Oh, no, of course not. Well, there was some difference of 
opinion with them on this slavery question in the war, some time ago. 
But that is mostly over now. Yes, 'tis dyifig out, dying, dying gradu- 
ally out. [Exit. c.T).l 

Helen and Cinderella enter in and out R. D., setting table — Harry 
Cook and Mrs Hetty Qxutkb. enter c. d., also Captain Rose, 
luith the two Miss Hills— ^Aese latter play at chess, table left. 

Harry. I suppose, "Mrs. Jennings," we are to have some dancing this 
evening, are we? I see you have the music. 

Hefty. "We may have dancing Captain. Yes, but not before the des" 
sert I think— fond of dancing? 

Harry. Yes, in a measuie fond of dancing, I am— you ? 

Hetty. Well no. But I'm very fond of seeing others engage in it» 
very fond. 

Harry. But not of dancing yourself. [Looking round.] 



Scene 1.] GETTYSBURG. 43 

Hetty. No, I prefer watching others at it, \aside,'\ especially Yanks. 

Harry. There's goodly room for dancing here — the tables turned. 
It's on the programme — dancing ? 

Hetty. [Aside.'] On the programme? [Aloud.] Well yes. Yes I'll 
say so, Captain — Miss Taylor will not object I guess. 'Tis she is in com- 
mand you know. [Pause] You dance the German I suppose, like all 
the Northerners— Yes ? 

Harry. Yes, occasionally I do. But German that I'm not so fond of. 
Our friend the Captain is however here, [points to Rose,] extremely 
fond of it, and Captain Harris also, I believe. You fond of that your- 
self — that style? I mean you like to see it? 

Hetty. Yes, occasionally ; but generally I prefer to see our old, old 
fashioned home-style dances, as Eeels, &c. Oh, did you ever see a Vir- 
ginia Reel Captain ? 

Harry, Virginia Reel. [Pause.] Virginia Reel, no, no; I can't say 
that I ever did. No, that's past my time. Is that upon the programme 
now? 

Hetty, [Asidi.] Programme? \ Aloud.] Well no, Captain, not yet. 
But if you wish it on, I think it can be so arranged. Miss Taylor will 
oblige us so far, I think. Miss Taylor's self is very fond of it — you 
wish it? 

Harry, I really do ; yes, anything for a surprise. 

Hetty. Very well Captain, we'll surprise you I think. Miss Hill, Ida 
[points,] will play a part in this I guess, she is given to it greatly. 

Harry. Very good [loud and \looking at Miss Hill,] and if Miss Hill 
does not a Reel Court Martial, there will be — a'hem ! 

Miss Hill. [To Rose.] It's your move. Captain. 

Rose. Yes, I know — I'm thinliing. 

Miss H. You really think, do you? 

Hetty. [To H.] I guess she doesn't hear you, Captain. 

Harry. No, I guess not— she's head over ears in chess. 

Hetty. Oh,Cinderella— excuse me, Captain Harry. [Goes to c] ThexQ 
is no occasion for all these lights on the table ; there's not so much to 
show. Just look— more candles here than cakes. Take them back— the 
half of them— no, not the cakes, the candles. Who put these all on 
you? Take them off. 

Cind. -No, Missus ; Helen put 'em on ; dat Helen^Helen ; she's de 
one. She's de wickedest black girl in de whole black world— dat girl. 
I never seen d-e like. I'll fix her for dis. [Takes two candles.] I'll make 
her eat dese burning hot— give her Old Harry— I will. 

Harry, [To C] Take care they don't slip, Cinderella. 

Cind. No, sah— no slip. I never let's nuffin slip fru my hands. 
[Aside.] You Black Horse Cavalry butcher ! 

Hetty. Take them off, now, and come back for more. 

Hai-ry. Cinderella! I suppose she gets that name from her quick 
step. [To Hetty.] 



44 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Cind. Yes, sah ; quick step on de-feat. \_Exit quick R. d.] 

Harry. Quite quick on her ear, I must say. 

SeUy. She's showing off this evening. When strangers come, these 
servants will, you know, show off their childish eccentricities— you 
know how it is , you'll overlook it— of course. Yes. 

Harry. Yes, yes. Let's overlook our friends at chess. [To E.] Well. 
Captain, how is it— the game— so far? 

Hose. Quite far one-sided. Captain. 

Harry. Oh ! I see it is— quite Hi«-sided. Are you castled yet ? 

Hose. No, not castled yet. 

Hetty. [Aside.] Castle Thunder-e(Z soon. 

Miss H. Check, Captain. 

Harry. Captain, a few more checks, and your piece is gone ; the day's 
against you— I mean the knight. 

Miss H. Check— [/»flH5e]—Check—[paw5e]— Check. 

Harry. Escaped, have you. Captain? Yes— no, not yet. [Pause- 
Chess works wonders. [Pause.] I'm thinking, Mrs. Jennings, of the 
games that Morphy played in England. Remember them? Some years 
ago— those blind-fold games ? 

Hetty. Yes, I remember. They quite astonished England— those 
blind-fold games. He's still in England, is he — Morphy? 
[Belle and Charley seen through latticed window seated in moonlight.] 

Harry. No ; I understand he's South, in the army. 

Hetty. Southern army, is he? I was not aware of that. [Pause, 
looking at chess.] I'm thinking. Captain, now, if England likes his war 
as years ago she liked his chess. About the same, I guess. 

Harry. About the same, I guess. [Pause ] Yes ; the war is like the 
chess— she likes it and she don't like it ; that's it in plain English— she 
likes it and she don't like it. 

Hetty. She is what is called neutral, it seems. 

Harry. Neutral! Yes; it seems she's so called. And neutral she 
is — oh, yes, decidedly neutral in war— very! Why, she's as neutral, 
England is, as " 'af-and-'af." Neutral in war ? Why, she couldn't— do 
her very best— England couldn't like it more than she don't like 
it. She couldn't; it's impossible, actually impossible for her to like 
■war more than she don't like it. And why? 'Cause she's neutral. 
IPame.] Oh, I'm in earnest now— terribly ! There's no two ways 
about me ; don't think it. 

Hetty. This word " neutral " is a figure of speech, is it not ? 

Harry. Figure of speech ! Well, yes ; it is a figure of speech— a 
political figure. Yes, and it amounts to a great deal, politically. "Neu_ 
tral !" Oh, it describes England.beautifully- almost poetically. 

Hetty. Y''ou like the word ? 

Harry. Like the word— I ? Serious, are you asking ? Like it. You 
doubt it? Doubt I could like it more than I don't like it— neutral? 



SCENK 1.] GETTYSBURG. 45 

Oh, come, you mustn't know the meaning of it? [Pause.] Come, Mrs. 
Jennings, do you ? 

Hetty. "Well, no ; I confess I don't know the full meaning. 

Marry. Wonderful ! 

Hetty. [Aside.] He'll know my meaning of it soon. 

Harry. Neutral. It is the richest word in the English language — a 
jewel — actually and positiyely there's not another word can stand com" 
parison with it in sense — none excepting England. That has seven 
letters like it. But that is nothing now. 

Hetty. Nothing as to the meaning. 

'Karry. Nothing as to the meaning of neutral. No. Well — its mean- 
ing. England is neutral, so-called. Now the motto of England, you 
remembQr, is " Evil be to him who evil thinks." You understand ? 
That's the neutral's motto. 

Hetty. [Emotion.] Yes, yes ;" evil be to — " Yes, yes. [Aside.] (By 
Heaven, that cuts me to the heart. He thinks no evil, and I — I — I. 
Courage now, I mustn't give way so; ne, no. [Coughs aloud.] Yes» 
yes; Captain, I know — I know of that. Proceed. 

Harry. Yes, that's her principal motto— "Evil be to him who evil 
thinks." Understand principle. 

Hetty. Yes, Yea ; Captain Jennings, I know — I know that. 

Harry. Why, what's the matter? You look very pale ; not ill, are 
you? Come, a glass of water. [Goes and brings some.] Yes take some 
— will you. There. [Pause.] Bless me ! How pale your looks. 

Hetty. [Aside.] God save his life. [JDrinJ:^.] There, Captain, I'm all 
right again I guess. Thank you. 

[Dick peeps in at left door— Jor. through latticed window on K.] 

Harry. Evil's all gone — has It? Yes, you look your own fair self 
again. Eyes bright as ever. Mercy ! how they did frighten me. Well 
all's well. We were talking about neutrals. 

Hetty. About England, Captain — England. 

Harry. Yes, about England, exactly, which is the same thing nearly. 
Where was I? Well, to begin again: Seven letters are in neutral,^ 
seven in England and seven words in the evil motto — " evil be to him 
who evil thinks." See? Everything is " sevenly" about it. But that's- 
nothing— no account now— only another figure of speech. 

Hetty. Only a figure of speech— a weak one. 

Harry. That's all. But now the seventh root of the seventh idea in 
this sevenly motto — "evil be to him who evil thinks," is money — money — 
money — money, money, money, money, that is money seven times, or 
seventy times seven, either way, no difference to us just now which; it 
is still money. [Pause.] • 

Hetty. I See. [Aside.] So far so good for my neutrality. 

Harry. It is still money— money is the essence of it. See? Money 
is in the root of the evil motto, because the root of all evil is money— a 
figure of fact— (Bible fact.) Now money being in the root of the motto 



46 GETTYSBUKG. [Act 2 

and Englaud being neutral, it figuratively follows that the evil mean- 
ing oi the nkutra\nLiotto is, in accordance with the no one fact, so 
and so. " Money be to him who money thinks." [Pause.] That's all. 

Hetty. " Money be to him who money thinks," that's the meaning of 
neutral, is it? So. 

Harry. That's the neutral's meaning through her motto. 

Hc«2/- r-^S'if^e.] Thank God I'm not English. I don't want his life 
or his money either. 

Harry. You like the picture— the royal lion figure head? 

Hetty. Yes, It's qute logical, almost decalogical. But Captain, is it 
not the love of moaey, is the root of all evil — not money itself? 

Harry. The love of money, yes, the love of money is the root of all 
evil, true yes— fair and true. But you know the royal motto thinks 
about what it loves. So " the love " in the motto doesn't change the 
sense, only the sound; nothing else. You think it changes the sense 
—love ? 

'B.ctty. No, no, I guess not. 

Harry. Think it good so far as goodBess goes — the motto ? 

'Hetty. Yes, so far as neutral goodness goes. [Patise.] 

Harry. Think we'll remember it a hundred years, if we live? 

Helty. Yes, I think I will, if living ! 

Harry. "Well I'm bloody sure I will. Oh, excuse me; come let's talk 
of something else, I see I can't talk Parliamentary now. [Picks up 
paper.] What's in the paper? New York paper, eh ? Y''es, and here is 
something about England in this I see, of course, why not? and here's 
another story about that victory of ours, last week ! So, so ; it's full of 
war news, this— I wonder if these papers ever think about the troubles 
we soldiers undergo to make this news. No, I guess not! Think they 
ever do, Mrs. Jennings? 

Hetty. Oh yes, I guess so. Captain — pretty sure they sometimes think 
of you. [Aside.] I wonder what they're thinking now? 

JIarry. What's here, "Amusements." Opera of Lucrezia Borgia. 
You see that opera ever, Madam ? 

Hetty. [Bi-sing.] Oh yes! [Coughs near x,.!). D. peeps in.] Several 
times, oh yes ; but not lately, 

Harry. That song, " 'Tis better to laugh than be sighing." Hallo, 
Charley, what's the countersign, what's up? 

Charley. [Entering c. D. in haste] The best compliments of Miss 
Taylor to the best one who finds her best fan. [Looks for it. The door 
C. D. closes.] 
Harry. Well now her best fan. ' 

Hetty. Fan ! That's the signal all is ready. . I must— [/S^e pretends to 
look- for fan, rings a bell then breaks a plate — a noise outside.] 
Chas. Hallo! what's in the wind, now? Eh. [Goes to c. l>.] 
Marry. Perhaps the fan, Charley. [Noise.] What is that? 



SCBNK 2.] GETTYSBURG. 47 

Chas. Why the door's locked, Harry— locked. Some treachery here. 
Look to yourself. ^Trys i,. d.] 

Harry. Treachery! What — what! Madam, Madam, what does this 
mean ? What does this mean ? 

Dick. [Enters L. D.] Means. Why gentlemen it means you are all 
poisoned. I mean prisoners— prisoners ! 

[Muskets point through both latticed windoivs, r. & L. — Lculies scream — 
Commands given outside—" B.aU—fro7it — bri7ig tip your men, Captain — 
double quick, double quick — watch that right door — halt, there — steady^ 
men.^^'l 

Johnson. [Enters R. D., white face, lifts dress, points pistol.] How are 
yjou, Cinderella? Beauty and booty. 

Mason. [Enters same, points at Chas.] How are you, Topsey? 
[Mounts table.] Think I look like Topsey now, eh— do I— much? 
{Points to Hose.] Whose move is it now. Cap ? 

Harry, [to himself.] Betrayed, betMyed ! Oh, shame— shame ! 
m Johnson. [To Harry.] Slip oflf" those beautiful Cinderella spurs. 

Mason. [To Chas.] And you too, Topsey, off with yours! We'll 
have a real Mississippi fling — come — off! 

Voice. [Outside.] " All quiet on the Potomac." 

Dick. [To 3f.a7id C] Cover your man Sergeant — cover your man ! 

Rarry. [Draws sioord— to D-ick.] Who are you, sir? 

Dick. [Shakes^ sword.] Your superior oflicer ! 

Harry. You lie ! [They fight— Ladies scream— H. knocks the sword 
from D. and is abotit to cut him down when Belle enters L. D. atid shoots 
H. in left arm — sword falls — B. /ai!7i('5— Dick catches.] 

Belle. Harry ! Harry ! My Harry ! Our Harry, Dick— our Harry. 
[Faints.] 
[c . D. opens and shoics Southern soldiers ivith Rattlesnake flag— Curtain.] 



ACT SECOND. SCENE SECOND. 
[<Si!ree/.s of Richmond^—tims night — TJieati-e Bill Posted on corner.] 
Black Joe. [Enters R. with shovel, &c. Basket and tin cup.] Here I is, 
come away down to Richmond to dig some more fortications — more 
forti'cations ! Yes, it's dig, dig, dig de whole day— dig, dig, dig 
de whole week— Sunday or no Sunday, it's dig, nigger, dig. One week 
all time I dig forti'cations way up over dar [pointing], den de Linkum 
soldiers come dar and 'gin to frow rotten shell and knock 'em all to 
pieces. Den I fix 'em up — den dey knock 'em down— fix 'em up, knock 
€m down— one, two, free times. Last week I dig some more over dar 
on James River and den de gun boats come and frow'd dar rotten shell 
and knocked 'em all tfl^pieces — all to nuflin. And dar it goes on— a 
digging and digging, and knocking about har and fixing about flar — 
no rest dar is for me ; it's dig, nigger, dig. I'se tired dis day all fru me; 



48 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Fru and fru me me dar's not a whole bone in de right place. [Stretches 
up,] Di8-dis-dis digging's gwine to fix me soon I know. It's a tellin' 
on me right smart now. [Noise on right.] Hello! Hello! Whodat? 
Soldiers! Yes— dar's soldiers coming,— coming dis way, too. I guess I 
move on , if dey hear me tinking of myself dey give somefin to tink 
about. Come ahead, Joe; dar's a good time a coming, dar's a good time 
coming. [£Jxit L. E.] 

Mexico. [Enters ^. ornameiUed dress" Zouave"] Ho, dar! Stop dar, 
you colored man— you— you ! I want dat tin cup. Stop, dar ! Stop, 
dar! Quick, dar, stop! [Exit walking lame l.] 

[Mason and Johnson enter R. slightly high, Spurs on, &c.] 

J. Well, the Yanks have got into Richmond? Eh, boy; what? • 

M. Got into Richmond ; " changed their base." Eh, boy ? I wonder 
what they think of the opera now, and all the stars— what ? 

J. Yes, and the opera ball and bell— What? 

M. And the opera spurs — What ? [Kicks up heels.] I wonder it 
they're real silver. Eh, boy ? 

J. Perhaps they're secesh bone. Eh ! Might be. 

M. Oh ! I'll bone 'em for good any way or no way. You like 
mine ? Too tight you think ? 

J. No, no — no — fit's splendid 

M. Splendid fit to get 'em. What? Bet? Who was that fellow fit 
Dick so? He's a regular, regular brick, 

J, That fellow fit Dick ? Jennings. Oh ! no, his right name's 
Cook, He's a relation of Dick's Cousin, they say. 

M. Cousin, is he ? That's so ? I thought there was some Southern 
blood about that fellow. Now there's some fun fighting fellows like 
him. Eh? 

J. Yes. They say now Dick's a going to be promoted for this affair 
the other night. You hear about it? 

31. No. Is he? Good, good, double good! Glad of it! He'll do 
the good thing for us, he will. I 'know Dick— Dick's a man— man for 
us. 

M. Yes, they're going to make a Major of him. 

J. Major Dick sounds well, well enough. He's won it. Eh! A 
good trick, that— that moonshine party. What! Eh? Bet? I wonder 
Johnson, how they'll take it North, when they come to read about 
it. Eh? What do you think? 

J. I think they'll take fits in the White House. 

M. I guess so. Bet they'll stop bragging about their Yankee brain 
for a while. Eh, boy? [Looks round.] Where are we now, John- 
son? Where are we going any way? Do you know? Can you tell? 
Are we getting lost or getting drowned, or what? What street's 
this? Eh? * 

V. Oh ! All right, all right, I know where we're going ; where we 
are and where we ain't. Come along, this is King Street. Yes. 



Sc«NBi3.J GETTYSBURG. 49 

We're all right, we are. [Distant fire bell.] Eb, what's that? Fire 
bell? Yes, 'tis. 

M [Looking at theatre bill.] Eb, what's that? Theatre? Yes, 'tig. 
Let's go to theatre— what say ? Theatre somewhere 'round here, eh ? 
€ome OD. 

J. There's a fire bell, Mason ; hear it ?— hear ? . 

M. Fire bell ? No, it isn't— is it ? No ; that's a theatre bell. Yes, 
it is— sounds like it. 

J. No ; no fire bell that— I know it. The niggers are getting their 
work in now. Every Southern victory there's a nigger illumination. 
There, come on, Mason, now ; get your pass ready. Where is it ? That 
Provost guard will be out now. Got it? Feel for it till you get it— 
don't give it up. 

M. [Feeling in pockets.] I can't give it up till I get it. That it ? 
[Shows pass.] Eh ? Look ; I can't see right ; my head's a-dancing 
'round like a top. [Pause.] Is it ? [Holds head down.] 
* J. Yes, that's it ; all right. Here, put it in your right vest pocket, 
and brace up now. Mason. Come, brace up more. I'll swear you look 
like a Brigadier under arrest. Come up. 

M. I do— do I ? Like a Brigadier ! [Pause.] The other night I 
looked like Topsey, eh ? didn't I? Topsey ! You mind that Yank said 
I looked like Topsey, eh ? [Pame.] Mind him ? 

J. Yes, I mind him. Oh, that's nothing. Now come along. That 
fellow just wanted to get a " rig " on you for his girl that night, Belle. 
He was a little spoon-struck about her, you know. [Going t,. e] 

M. Yes, I know he was. Darn his pictures, anyway ! [Pame.] Do 
you know, Johnson, I would like to shoot that fellow? I would— I 
wouldn't want to kill him, you know ; but I swear I would like to hurt 
his feelings— bad— bad ! [Exit L. e.] 

ACT 'SECOND. SCENE THIRD. 

lAbby Prison — Interior; a " look-out ivi7idoiv " on right — Box near it ; iron- 
barred door on left— Stone ivall 'round sides of it ; a rough bed, straw 
blankets, <i'c., in center — Men pass in and out r. & l. — Some play cards, 
<&c. — One man shams sickness sleeping on trap door on left — Harry 
Cook on bed, tvotmded in left arm— Attended by Mexico, <fec.— Jerry 
on the look-out box. 
Charley. "Well, Doctor, what do you think— think he'll come 'round 
in time? 

Mexico. Yes, sab, yes, sah ; he'll come 'round in time. Yes, sah ; he'll 
fight again, sure. [Fa7is H. with cap] 
Chas. Think he'll fight again; do you? Well, well. 
Mex. Yes, sah ; sure— he'll fight again ; one star's nuffin to him— nuf- 
fin. No sah ; dat man he'll fight and fight and get stars all over him— 
sure. Yes, sah ; sure. 

5 



50 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

. Chas. Stars all over him. [Aside.'] He must mean scars. Think 
he'll not die this time ? 

Mex, Die ! Never say die. No, t-ah— no die. He'll never gib up de 
ghost dis time ; no sah. He not tinking about dying, now ; no, sah — 
he's tinking about fighting— fighting, fighting, all de time ; fighting 
till his old flag is^ above dis pen and slaves all free to bless it. Yes, sah '■> 
dat's him, 

Chas. Yes, yes. So you think, Doctor, this war is for the slaves ; do 
you ? I thought it was for the Union. 

Mex. Union. Yes, sah ; de war is for the Union and de Union's 
slaves, too — both— dat's my 'pinion sah. Some tink dis and some tink dat 
but ag far as I tink I tink its for both. Yes, sah, both. 

Chas. [Puzzled.] Yes, yes; both, eh? [Pause.] "Well, you think it's 
more for the Union or more for the slaves ? The war. 

Mex. Its about two to one, sah ; about two cheers for the Union and 
one for de slave Yes, sah; two to one— two to one. Here come de one 
man I want to see ; I got now somefin good for him, sure. 

Pose. [Enters R., hands tied vp—to C] Well, bow is Harry now. 
Sleeping yet, is he ? 

Chas. Yes, sleeping yet. Oh, he'll wake all right I guess. 

Rose. \ Going to trap door,] Oh, yes, I hope so— I hope so. Well, I'm 
down to work again. Hello, here, Cerebus ! [To man on trap.] Wake 
up and open up. 

Mex. [To Rose.] Oh, Captain— you talk about a digging ting de 
Oder day, sah ; a digging ting to dig dirt— a knife, or fork or someting 
like dat, sah ? I tink so. 

Rose. Yes, I did wish for that one day. Why, got any ? 

Mex. Yes, sah ; I hab dat. I hab de instrument of war, sure. 
[Stoops and takes a bent tip tin cup from heel.] 

Rose. Where is it? What is it? Knife? Lefs have it. Is'tbig? 
The bigger the better. [Pause.] 

Mex, No, sah ; no, sah ; no knife dis — no, sah. I show you soon. 
To-day I see old black fellow walking 'long de street wid dis bar— 
wait, I show you— dey called him Joe— yes, Joe gib me dis. I show 
you. [Pause.] Yes, I coaxed and I coaxed, and I got dis har — dis har 
— dar it is. [Shows cup.] I coaxed dat out of him. Yes, sah, coaxed 
old Joe, and old Joe give me dat for nuffin, too. 

Rose. A cup! Hail Columbus, Captain, look here— a cup ! A prize 
cup. Shake hands for old Joe. [To Mex.] I wonder if I can bend that 
back. [Bends it.] Yes, there it is. Good, Doctor, you ought to have 
a medal of honor. 

Chas. Why, Doctor, how did you get that? Old Mother Hubbard ? 

Mex. No, sah, no, sah ; from old black fellow— old Joe. Yes, sah ; old 
Joe— Joe Hubbard— meb be. {To R) What you tink, Captain, dat 
pretty good? 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 51 

Rose. Good! Good as gold, and better, Doctor, better. [Goes to 
trap.] Oh, if I had only had this a month ago! Well, no matter now. 
Now for the mine— the contraband mine. Come, Cerebus— "Open see- 
sham." [Soulier jumps quick off trap-door. R. half way dotvn, shouts to 
Jerry at look-out window.] Oh, Jerry ! Do you see any soldiers about 
that wood-shed now— there on the left? Look sharp. 

Jerry. On the left ! No sir, devil the soul of a sojer there now. 
I saw some a while ago there; but they are off now, all of them. 

Rose. All right. Well I'm down, Captain, and [Waves cup] and if 
I don't get you men out of this here old pen in less than a week, I'm 
a — I'm a mudsill. [Exit trap.] 

Man. Shut ! " See sham ! " [Resumes sickness on (rap— groans, &c.] 

Jerry. Go it you old rat, and luck wid you. [Looks out.] Troth 
there's a fellow now taking a big box into that shed. Call him back. 
No, never heed ; I see the fellow is out again— never heed. Well that's 
the big dozen boxes in that shed this day— if it's one. I'm thinkiag, 
now it's powder it is them. The devil know's but they may blow us up 
an€ call it an accident. 

Chas. Oh, no Jerry; don't imagine the worst. No powder boxes 
them. 

Mex. No, sah, no, sah; no powder boxes dem— no, sah ; dem soldier 
boxes— Christmas' soldier boxes. Yes, sah; all for us— all full of good- 
things— all full— so dey say: 

Jerri/. Good things, eh ! I say good to you— sorry good they'll do 
us. 

Mex. No powder in dem. No, sah. Weil, now I'll show you some- 
fin is good. Let's see first anybody coming. [Looks through door.] 
Somefin good. [Unbuttons coat.] Mighty good thing. 

Chas. What is it now ? Something to eat ? Cakes, eh ? 

Mex. No, sah; nuffin toeat— nuffin to eat dis time— no cakes— no, 
sah. You know dat boy died last night— dat— what's de name— what's 
dename? [Pause.] I can't tink. 

Jerry. He means Wilson, Captain. He's gone. 

Chas. Wilson gone. That so? Is he dead? [To 3fex.] 

Mex. Yes, sah; Wilson, dat's de one— Wilson gone and died, and 
buried dis morning. [Looks around.] Somefin on dat boy, Captain— 
somefin on dat boy. Know dat ? 

Chas. Something on him, was there? Well, out with it— what was 
it? 

Jerry. I guess he means the small-pox, Captain. 

Mex. No, sah ! no, sah ! No small-pox ! no, sah ! I show you [Pulls 
out U. S.flag from breast.] See dat? see dat? Dat's de small-pox! 

Jen-y. By the blood of Santa Anna ! (Lances on box.) 

Chas. Stop, Jerry, stop ; you'll waken Harry. What do you mean ? 
There, hide it, Doctor; put it away— quick, quick. 



52 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Mex. See dat? Dat's de small-pox ; dat's de small-pox dat was oik 
him ; dat's de kind — dat's de kind dat no one take— no, sah ; not from^ 
him. Not living— no, sah. Wilson good man ; yes, sah— sure. 

Chas. Stop, Jerry, dancing ; stop, stop, stop. There, hide it Doctor — 
hide it away there ; that's it, good man. 

Mex. [PiUs itin bosom.'] You see dar? Bar's a piece oflfde corner — 
ciar— see? Dat piece's gone to Wilson. Yes, sah. I tore a piece right 
off dar and put de piece right on his heart. Yes, sah— sure. 

Jerry. [Pause.] Well, that's the greatest old greaser of a Csesar ever 
I did see. 
Chas. You tore a piece ofl' and gave it to Wilson , did you ? 
Jerry. [Dances.] Hush ! hush ! The guard's a hollering something. 
[Looks out.] What are you talking about, Johnny? 

Voice. [Outside] What am I talking about? [Pause.] What are 
you dancing about, eh? 

Jerry. Oh, I'm dancing alaout to keep my feet warm. [Pause.] He's 
looking. Have you any new news, Johnny ? 
Voice. What about Bull Run ? Do you moind ? 
Jerry. [To Chas.] You hear him ? He's bellowing Bull Run at us. 
Chas. Tell him, Jerry, about Cow Hollow. Give it to him. 
Jerry. I will. [Speaks slow.] Do you mind Cow Hollow? 
Voice. Cow Hollow? No ; I don't mind Cow Hollow. 
Jerry. Don't mind it? You don't mind that place by the railroad 
we tripped you up with a telegraph wire and pitched you in the last 
ditch— you don't? — a whole brigade of you. You don't mind? 
Voice. No ; I don't mind that, Irish. 

Jerry. No, you don't mind that ; I know you don't, rightly— oh, no 
But you mind to give us bad bread, bad meat, and bad rations. You. 
mind that well enough, you do. Bad luck to your old buzzard brain ! 
Chas. Bully ! Give it to him, Jerry; hit him again. 
Jerry. Have you a bullet of bread I could throw at him ? 
Chas. No, no ; don't throw at him— don't throw ! 
Voice. Don't get mad, Irish; don't get the potato in your head. 
[Pause.] How is Biddy da'ling? 

Jerry. Biddy darling ! and how is Dinah darling? Putthatin your 
pipe and choke on it. [ Voice otitsidf, indistinct ] What's that about the 
Irish? 

Voice. You get as much to eat as our Southern Irish. 
Jerry. What Southern Irish are you talking about? 
Voice. Why, the Irish fighting for our flag. 

Jerry. Your flag ! Very clear of it, Johnny, of any Southern Irish 
fighting for that. Your d— n old rattlesnake flag— very clear of it. 
No, no ; St. Patrick wouldn't own them. He wouldn't. 
Voice. Well, they're fighting for us anyway. 
Jerry, Well, then, they're fighing for the love of the fight, its not for 



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your old rattlesnake flag, I tell you that— I know it bloody well. Why- 
tell me— should i hey fight for that flag ? What the d— 1 did ever that flag 
do for Ireland ? Nothing, and nothing wilf. It never will do nothing, 
the Irish people at home, they wouldn't look at it— they wouldn't ! 
Fighting for your flag! I'll flag that out of you. 

Voice. I'm talking about eating, now, not about fighting. 

Jerry. And so am I talking about eating. Troth and I tell you I 
don't want to be chewing these rations of old rotten ham and measly 
pork and mouldy crackers wid your d— n old rattlesnakes in them. 
[Sta7nps on box.] I'll not put up wid it any longer— I won't ; I'll tell 
Dick on you. I'll raise a row. By St. Patrick, I'll not stand it— I won't 
stand it any more— [Looks out— jumps off fccc] Och ! he's after shoot- 
ing. \iihot through window.] Look at that, now ? Oh, you old Domin- 
ion divil you! 

Harry. [Talking in sleep.] Lie down, men, lie down ! 

Chas. There, Jerry, see ; you've wakened Harry, see that ? There, 
now, don't go up again— there's no call for it at all ; not a bit. Oh, well, 
go ahead— no use of talking to you— I see that. 

Jerry. Oh, Harry's all right ; very clear of that wakening him. {Gets 
on box.) Hold fast till I see what he's after anyway, Oh, he's, away 
'round the corner now. 

Mex. Look sharp he don't shoot 'round de corner. 

Jerry. Never fear; I'll watch the corner. Ho-ho ! ho-ho! I see a 
big trollop of a fellow snaking 'round these soldier boxes, as you call 
them, by the wood-shed. He's eying me now, Bedad, and I think he's 
after making a raid on those good things. He is— I know he is— 
rightly. 

Mex. Is he ; is he now 'round dose boxes, is he? I bet I fix him. 
[Goes to door and kicks] Wait, I go out and tell Dick. Where de debbil 
is de debbil ? 

Jerry. [Looks out.] I'm a looking at you, you old snake-thief ! troth 
and I would like to box you for about sixty- nine rounds. Yes, go out 
and tell Dick. Indeed I'd put you at the head of the sick list. 

Chas. [ Writing on paper.] Oh, Doctor, going out ? Well, try and get 
another cup for Rose, will you ? Yes— another tin cup, Doctor, and I'll 
write you up something on this paper about your flag— a little song. 
See ?— would you like that— a song ? 

Mex. Yes, sah ; yes, sah. Where de debbil is de debbil ? [Kicks 
door.] 

Jerry. [Looks out.] Hallo ! Here's a gunboat coming ! [Shouts.] Gun- 
boat ! gunboat ! &c. [Several men rush and squabble to get on box to see 
out. " Where is she f What is she ? How is she ? " 

Mex. What's dat he say ! Gunboat coming? 

Chas. Gunboat! Yes, Doctor. Gunboat here means pretty girl. 
Some pretty girl's coming along outside. See ? 



5i GETTYSBUKG. [Act 2 

Mason [Outside,] Hallo, here! What's the matter now? [Trapdoor 
man lies down— resumes sickness— (/roans.] Another Irish row ? Well, 
well. What is it, old Mex ? t.What's the matter, eh ? Out again, is it ? 

Mex. Yes s'ah, out again if you please, sah. 

[ Voice outside.] Let liim pass Sergeant, that's the orders. 

Mason, [Enters door, armed, &c.] I know, I'm going to, {to 3fex.) 
what Regiment you belong to old fellow, eh ? 

Jerry. He don't belong to any now— only to U. S.— us. 

M. You get off that blarney box Irish, [to Mex.] What Regiment 
youbelong to, eh! you hear? What Regiment ? Deaf and dumb Reg- 
iment, eh ! Do you ? Speak out, I want to know. 

Mex. No sah, no sah, not to deaf and dumb Regiment. No sah, no 
sah, I belong to Pittsburg Regiment; Pittsburg; yes sah, Iron city, 
Iron city. 

Chas. Yes, Sergeant, that's the truth. He belongs to Pittsburg and 
I believe Pittsburg belongs to him. 

M. Pittsburg! Yes, yes; the Iron city— Pittsburg, I've heard of it. 
[Feels Me.c's breast and looks at Charley.] That's the place where they 
make those iron-clad shirts for officers, eh? Isn't it? You havn't got 
one on, have you? What! 

Jerry. [Aside.] Bedad, old greaser is sweating now, 

M. You're not one of these double-breasted patriots are you, eh? 
What? No. Oh well, I see you Mexicans don't know nothing! Come 
out. 

3fex. I know you can't tickle me, can't tickle me; no sah, try all 
day, can't tickle me, no sah — I'se too old. 

Jerry. [Aside.] Ha, ha ! there's know-nothing suuff for you. {Aloud.) 
No. no, you canH tickle a man with the Rheumatiz! No. 

Mex. No sah, no sah, can't tickle me. [Exit door.] 

M. Rheumatiz has he? Oh that's a pity, WqII, out you go ! [To 
Chas. fanning' H. ivith cap.] Well Topsey, [j;«?«e] how are you ? Want 
a fan now ? How do you feel to-day? Anything to grumble at? 

Chas. Nothing to grumble at. 

M. Nothing to grumble at. How is this man now, anyway? 
Sleeping is he ? Well, I guess you'll have to wake him up. There's 
a young lady coming here now to see him— coming to apologize, I 
believe forgetting him in here. Understand? {To men.) And here 
I want all you men to clear out, [Pushes them— they mutter.] Every 
one of you. You hear ? Move on now — qfuiek too. More go and 
less gab. You too, Irish, get back, and if I find you on that box to-day 
again, I'll tie you up by the thumbs. Mind that. I'll make a "spread- 
eagle" of you. [Exit men Right— J with thumb to nose.] And here, this 
man must go too. [Kicks trap door man, who coughs, 6cc.] Here, wake 
up, Nicodemus— wake up and get up— get up now; no back talk— up— 
You feel bad ? Don't show your tongue. Move on now. I'll think 



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I'll have to promote you to the hospital, so as you can get some nice 
brown bread, &c., for that coughing of yours, eh ? Would you like that 
brown bread and Johnny cake. What ? Move on now— double quick— 
a little faster—a little faster- a little— [Pushes him.] That's a leetle 
better. [Shoves Jam oat E.] Oh, you'll live till you get to the hospital. 
Why, he is not crying. Is he?— is he? Well, well. Get him an 
umbrella, Irish, or a gum blanket. There, don't you push him. Now 
you stay there in that corner— all of you, till this lady leaves, and 
keep quiet too. If you don't, I'll muzzle some of you. [touches 
pistol— going. \ I suppose that will do now. Did you sleep well last 
night, Topsey, eh? [Scratches himself.] Eh! What? No company? 
all alone in your glory, eh? No. Well, I wouldn't let them alone 
if they wouldn't let me alone— No. [Exit door.] 

Chas. [Pause— writing on liaper] Well, there're two verses of a song 
done, anyway. "The flag that was lost unto none." That'll do for 
one day, I think. And now to fix this trap, so Rose can't bounce up 
whilethis lady is here. [At (rap.] Let's see. How will I fasten this 
any way ? [Noise.] Too late ! She's here— the one I thought 'twould 
be. 

Bkvle enters door with basket— U\soN brings in a chair— Says : Attention 

—and exit rfoor— Bklle offers hand to C.—he lifts his cap and offers 

chair— she offers basket— he takes it and pnshes back men who try to 

peep at Belle — exit r. with basket. 

Belle. [Looks at Han-y.] His ring— mine ; he loves it still. [Kisses 

it.] . 

Harry. [In sleep.] Fire ! men, fire ! fire! [Bubs hand.] What does 
this mean? 

B. [Kneeling by him.] Wake, Harry, wake ! a friend— a friend 
Cousin— Cousin. 

H. "You lie!" [Wakes, half rises.] Cousin. [Falls back.] 

B. Cousin. Yes ; Cousin Belle. Look, Harry, Cousin Belle, CfrMsm 
Belle is come— your Cousin Belle— Look at me, Harry. You know me? 
Yes ! Cousin Belle. 

H. [Looks and looks away ] Yes, yes ; I know you. 

B. Harry, Harry ! Look at me. Cousin— Cousin ! 

H. [Looking 'round ] A prison !— I dreamt of liberty ! 

B. Yes, yes ; Harry, and it is come. Liberty is come ; ,ti3 here— I— 
I am liberty. Look now, Harry, look— look, liberty is here. 

H. You look the same— you look the same— do I ? 

B. [Emotion.] Harry, Earry! You will kill me. [Falls on him.] 

H. Tears. [Pause.] 

B. [Reproaching.] I look the same- 1 look the same. 

JSr. Tears and tears ! Oh, Cousin, cease those tears, cease and speak. 
Why are you come? Speak. 

B. ( Weeping.) Speak— speak to you. 



36 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

H. Yes ; speak anything, speak. "Why are you come ? To weep ? 
No, no ; not to weep ; no, look at me ; there, look at me— speak. You 
have not come to weep— not to weep. Why, I could weep but will not 
and have greater cause. Come, look up, now. 

B. I look and weep, {Pmise, falls on him, rises.] Harry, Harry, I 
come to offer liberty— liberty and life, duty, love, honor, 
justice, all my soul's devotion's worth! Come, Harry, 
let us leave these wars and go abroad and live unto ourselves 
and be as one. We are one, are we not? Yes, yes, we are one. We 
hate those cruel wars that make us act as foes. We are one ; our 
thoughts are one; our wishes, hopes are one ; our souls, our very souls 
leap from ourselves ; to say it to our hearts, our hearts are one. Come 
let us be one indeed. [Kisses ike ring.] Harry, Harry, we must be one ; 
my heart grows dead and lives on naught but tears. \.Pai(,se] Come, 
you will leave this place, will you not, Harry? Yes, to liberty, life, 
love, duty, justice, all my soul's devotion's worth. 

H. Liberty, liberty, you dream. 

B. No, no Harry, 'tis you that dream ; I, I am liberty and can set 
you free aud^vill. Yes, and now. 

H. Liberty, liberty, to leave my country in her greatest need ; re- 
nounce my cause ; desert my flag ; forget my oath, the oath our Fathers 
kept; that, that liberty — you tliink, that wish is mine, or e'er shall be? 
Cousin, cousin, you forget yourself. 

B. Buit you will leave this place, will you not? This prison, jail- 
yes, yes you will ! You must ! Harry, you must, I cannot bear to see 
you here, and I must see you now, or I shall die. Yes, yes, you'll leave 
this place and come and live with us at home. My home Harry, think, 
my home— you will ! Yes 1 

H. No, no, that cannot be. 

B. Yes, Harry ; I can make it be, I can make it be. I can give you 
liberty now, and will. [Pause.] You'll come, will you ? Yes, aud live 
with us— my home — think. My home and yours— yours until your arm 
is well, and theu — and then, Harry, we'll part, pai't, part. We part ? 
No, no, that cannot be. Part we never did — aud part; we never can. 
[Eino(ion.f[Rose lifts trap door, sees Belle and doivns again.] No, no : we will 
not i)art — never. You'll leave these wars and I will leave, and we will 
live together — love each other— ever one. [Pause.] You will? Yes, 
say it, Harry, you will. 

If. What, leave these wars? desert the flag? forget my oath— that 
oath now sealed in blood ? [Lifts loounded arm.] Never ! 

B. [Rising—paiise.] Harry, your oath was to the flag— the Union 
flag. That Union flag's no mora ; 'tis changed ; it's battle cry's now 
freedom to the slave ! 

H. [Half rising in bed.] Aye ! 'tis freedom to the slave, and if that 
battle-cry of freedom frees one slave, it frees the flag the more! 
IFulls.] 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 57 

B. {Kneeling.} There, Harry, there ; we'll say no more. 

H. My oath unto the Union's flag, was oath to make it free ! 

B. No more, Harry ; we will not talk of that ; no, no. 

H. Free to wave where it had waved before. That oath's unchanged : 
The slave may die— the flag must live ! 

B. No, Harry, no; we will not talk of that. No, no ; we'll talk of 
home— my home— your home. Yes, your home, Harry. We'll talk of 
that — that and Sam — yes, of Sam. Is he well? He is — you write to 
him? Yes, you do ; I know you do. 

H. No, no ; I do not write to him. \^Pause.] Shall I ? 

B. Shall ? [Pause.'] No, no, Harry ; no, no ; do not write— do not 
write. I do not wish it — no. You will not, will you ? write and tell— 
teli— tell— will you ? No, no ; say it, Harry— say it. Promise me you 
will not write and tell— tell. 

H. No, no ; write I cannot. 

B. No, no ; you will not write to him and tell of this— never, will 
you? My Harry ! my Harry ! No, no— never, will you? 'Twould kill 
him— kill him this to know. 

H. Yes, yes ; 'twould kill him this to know. I cannot kill his pray- 
ers for us— for you. 

B. {Emotion.l His prayers for me— his prayers for me. 

H. Yes ; night and day his prayer is still the same — " My Cousin 
Belle, come back; come back to us — come back to us again, My Cousin 
Belle. Come back, my Cousin Belle, come back." 

B. Yes, yes, Harry, and I have come back — see, I have come back 
have I not? Yes, yes ; I have come back. I'll write to him and say I 
have come back — shall I? Yes, I'll write to him and say I have come 
back. [Rising.'] I will. There, Harry, I will go now. [Noise. Mason 
at door.] Go ; and now good-bye— is it ? Yes, Harry, good-bye. Both 
hands— good-bye, good-bye. [Reproaching.] "I look the same, Harry*— 
I look the same." 

H. No, no. Cousin. Good-bye, good-bye. Heaven bless you. 

B. Heaven bless us. [Kisses ring. Exit sloxo.] Amen, amen, amen. 
[At door M. hands B. a letter. \ 

Chas. [Entering R.] Well, Captain, how is the arm now ? Better, no 
doubt. Yes, I know it is [Offers basket.] 

H. Yes, it feels something better. Why, what's this? Where did 
this come from— eh, Charley? 

Chas. Yours, yours. 

H. [Takes U.] Mine, eh? Oh, I see, from Belle. Yes, yes ; she's not 
forgetting us. I see— something for the commissary department — 
very good. Place it by somewhere ; or, no— take some and give to the 
men. Yes, give a few to the men ; they're hungry, no doubt. [Calls^ 
Oh, Jerry ! Jerry ! come here. • 

Chas. [Takes 'basket.] Oh, wait, Harry. There's something extra in 



58 GETTYSBURG. • [Act 2 

this. [Ptdls Old bottle.] See that. We'll keep this, Jerry, till the last— 
for dessert, you know. See? Share these with the men now. 

J. [Rubbing his mmdh.] Yes, we'll save that to the last— course, and 
these are for the men ! Troth they'll be for them I know. Cakes, 
dornicks, and the girl brought all these for us ! "^^ow, now. 

Chas. Yes, yes, Jerry, go ahead, pass them round. 

J. Look at that one now ! Troth and she's the flower of Southern 
chivalry, that girl! [To trap man.] Here Cerebus, eat that. [Short 
tvhistle.] Heavens ! Look at the teeth of him ! Bedad them's good, 
good Captain, [eating,] I think there're sweet potatoes in them, I do! 
[Exit R.] 

Cfias. [Calling.] Oh Jerry, give some to that man Preston— that man 
shot in the head, {points,) yes, him. Now Harry, I have news for you, 
good news. You know the old Doctor, "old Mex." [LooJcs around.] 
That man's got a flag. 

H. Flag! What kind— U.S? No. 

C. A U. S. flag, red, white and blue, right next his heart. 

II. And the old fellow never told auy one. 

C. Oh, he only got it this morning. 

//. This morning. How's that? 

C. Got it this morning. Yes, a soldier died this morning— Wilson, 
you know him ! Fire Zouave had the fever, remember ? Well, that 
flag was on him— hid away under his shirt. " Mex " saw it, took it, 
tore a piece off the corner, a little piece— so, put the piece on Wilson's 
heart and has the rest where Wilson had. {Touches breast.) As pretty 
a flag as ever you saw ! Silk. 

H. Well I declare, that beats the best. Where is he now, the old 
fellow! Out again? Well, well! 

C. Y''es, out at present, but not for long, he'll be in soon; and now 
I'n> thinking Harry of writing a little song about it— about the flag 
and have Mex sing it. What do you think ? eh ! sing-it to-night. 

II. Oh, it will pleas3 hitn to death— sure. Yes; write him a song, 
and make it a drinking song, and we'll crack that bottle over it for 
luck— see ? 

C. Yes; Harry, if I can, you know—" if "— 

H. Oh, you can do it— try, and roind make a good chorus or double 
chorus something with thrill in— understand? No flower-pot poetry. 

C. {Patise.) I wish your brother Percy was here. He could write 
one for us. That's his forte, you know— songs. 

11. Yes ; Percy could write a song about anything. But Percy isn't 
here, and I don't wish him either by a long shot— no. 

C No, I don't ither ; I was only supposing the wish. 
a. Yes, yes; I know, imagining. Oh, I guess, Charley, you can write 
a song. Try, try, perhaps you have been trying, eh? I'll bet you have 
song now already. Come, come— out with it, Charley— let's hear. 
C. No, No ; Harry, no song yet, only two verses. 



SCBNB 3.] GETTYSBURG. 59 

Jerry. [JSntering R., hands handkerchief ivith black border to C] 'Twas 
in the bottom of the basket. Troth, Captain, the boys are kissing the 
lady cakes all over. 

C I don't know what she means by this, Harry. Half sorry for 
shooting you— is it? 

Jerry, [on look-but box.} Eh ! Perhaps she's half sorry she didn't kill 
him. \_Aside.} I wonder what she it is. I hope not her, any. \_Looks 
out.'\ There she's now talking with Dick. [Throws kisses,] and what 
are you staring at ? [Shakes fist outside ] You old Hottentot ! 

H. I hardly know what Belle means by this. But never mind. I'll show 
you what I mean— just the article I've been wishing to own for some 
time. Here, tie it 'round this arm— or stop, double it up first— again— 
there, that's it— put it 'round now— once more— there, tie— little tighter 
—so. That'll do. When that's all wet now it will keep the arm cool 
sometime. Any water there, Charley ? [Puts some on from canteen.] 

Jeri-y. [Looks out] I'm a watching you, young man— It's the young 
"dodger" that shot at me. Oh, you devil. 

Chas. Now don't be swearing at him again, Jerry. There's no call 
for swearin g— not a bit. 

Jerry. Troth and I'll swear till I gets my freedom. It's no sin 
either; the divil a sin to swear for freedom. I'm a watching you, 
young man. By heavens, he's letting on he's cock-eyed— look at him— 
look at the manceuvers of him. He's a bad eye in him, that fellow— he 
has. He's winking now. Oh 1 he's dying for a pop at me, I see th^ 
rightly. 

H. [Writes on paper of Charley— By-play.] 

C. Don't speak to him now unless he speaks to you— don't, and no 
swearing. You might get more freedom than you swear for, Jerry. 
What's he doing now? 

J. Oh, he's a whistling some some d— n rattelsnake jig or other 
Will I whistle back at him ? 

C. You do and he'll whistle back at you— No. 

J. What's that? {Distant bell.) There's a fire-bell. Captain. You 
hear it? (Looks out.) Stop it— that whistling. Troth that's the big 
fire-belll think, or church bell. Are there any churches there— any 
Richmond now ? I dunno. 

C. Certainly. You see any signs of fire around? Now don't be 

hallowing at the gaurd. 

J. No, I don't. But I see old " hip-pi ti-hop" a coming— the Doctor ; 
discoursing with himself. 

a < h, don't call him " hip-pi-ti-hop," Jerry, that's no name. 

J. Troth and I don't know rightly what to call him. He's as many 
as an English Duke. 

H. {Hands paper to C.) Oh, I think those verses will do, Charley— 
do well. Nothing wrong with them as I see— as good as Percy could 



60 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

do those. Take them and show them to the men ; hear what they say . 
[Exit C— Rigid.'] That chorus will do I know. 

H. {To J.] You say you see the Doctor, coming, Jerry ? 

J. Yes, Captain ; I see him beyond there now a talking to Major 
Dick. He's here now. 

Mex. {Entering door, to H.] How is you, sab ; how is you now? 

H. Pretty fair, Doctor ; pretty fair. How are you yourself? 

Mex. Pretty fair, too, sab ; pretty fair, too. I got you something now. 
"Wait— I show you. {Feels in breast] 

If. Never mind, Doc, never mind ; never mind. I know all about 
that. Keep it hid, keep it bid. 

Mex {Pulls out cakes.] Know all about dese, Captain, do you? See, 
dar's dat; pretty fair business, sab? Ses dat? more business — more, 
more coming; How many's dat dar ? 

Jerry. Bedad, he's a sly old know-nothing, that. Look at him. 

H. Oh, that's a good many. These all for me? No ! 

3fex. Yes sab ; yes, sab; all for you, dem. Here's more; see dat? 
Some for you, too. [To Jerry.] Yes, sab ; everybody. 

Jerry. Bedad, them's good— a little greasy, though. Ob, Doctor, give 
one to the sick watch -dog there. See him gaping? 

Mex. Yes, sab ; everybody. Here you are, sab ; {to trap-man.] here 
you are, sab. How's dem ? better dan de oders ? 

Traj>-7nan. You bet! {Srnncks lips.] 
' Jerry. Bedad, he has a mess of them. Well, I have had enough to 
spit on for one day anyway. {Bell rings.] Ho-ho! There's that fire- 
bell again, and there's a fire too out there if ever there was a fire. You 
see the light, Captain ? See it on the right there? 

3Tex. Fire out dar— is dar ? I hear out dar, Captain, our boys coming 
down here some night and burn dis whole place up. Yes, sab, sure ; 
and free all de prisoners ; yes, sab. 

If. Free all the prisoners, eh? That's pretty good news, Doctor. I 
hope it will turn out true. Where are you going? Ob, yes, I see, to 
give cakes to the men ; all right,- go ahead. Oh, Doctor, give some to 
that man Preston — that man shot in the head — don't forget him. 

Mex. {Exit R.] Yes, sab ; yes, sah. Where dat Preston man ? 

Voice. (Outside.) Ain't you afraid of catching cold standing there, 
Irish ? 

J. Troth and I can stand the cold, Johnny, {aside), and the fire, too. 

Voice. Don't you wish you was out just now in Ireland, digging pota- 
toes—just now? 

J. Troth and I don't, Johnny, (aside.) I wish I was digging your 
grave just now. Isn't he the sassy bugger, isn't he? I say, Johnny, 
what kind of a light is that beyond there on the right? Is it a fire or 
what ? I dunno. 

Voice. Ob, that's what we soldiers call " the Northern Lights," 

J. Northern Lights, is.it ? It looks to me like a chimney on fire, or 



ScEira 3.] GETTYSBURG. 61 

A Jack o' Lantern. [Pause.] Troth that makes him mad. He's as mad 
as the dlTll's badger. Look at the look of him. Look, now, he's a 
scratching his head and a-peeping through his fingers at me. Now he's 
looking at the fire ; now he's spitting tobacco at it ; now he's raising bis 
^un a little. 

jy. Take care, Jerry, he don't give you the cold shoulder. 

J. Oh ! [A shot comes through window. J. tumbles off box.] Holy 
poker! What's this? what's this? what's this? 

Chas. [Enters R., h^lps him up.] Oh, Jerry ! Jerry ! Jerry ! 

Voice. [Outside.] High, low, Jerry, aud the game ! 

J. [Sitting up.] D— n if he didn't shoot backwards at nie. He did. 

Chas. Don't swear, Jerry. And you are not hurt? 

J. Hurt ! Sorrow the hurt about me, I'll swear. 

H. I thought he had shot you then, Jerry, sure. 

J. Oh, If you're born to be starved you'll not be shot backwards or 
forwards. Hush, now! Hear him? He's loading his gun again. 
[Pause.] I'll bet he's kissing it, eh ? He is— I know he is, rightly. 

C. Jerry, that guard will kill you yet. Now don't go up again ; no, 
don't, Jerry— don't, don't. 

J. [Gets on box.] Wait a wee bit. He thinks I'm dead. Bad luck to 
the gray bugger ! Oh, you blackguard, to go and snoot backwards at 
me! Yes, laugh— do now— laugh and giggle about it! Bad luck to 
your big back-te^th ! 

C. There Jerry, come down now, we're going to have a song — come. 
Oh Where's that bottle Harry ? Oh here it is. Here now Jerry, take 
this and give the men some, come. 

J. Oh, if that's the game I'm wid you. 

C Quick now and then we'll have the song. [Calls men in R.] 
Come, men, all in now. Everybody. Let's have that song now. Bring 
a candle one of you. Come along, everybody, quick ! Here Jerry, now 
share this bottle — share alike. 

J. [Gives men rations in canteens.] Fall in for your rations Comnany 
D, get in line now, and min# you, stay in line till I'm through it. 
Don't be flanking round and coming the double on me. 

C. [On look-out box.] Harry, that's a mighty big fire. 

H. [Sits up.] So ! Make out what it is ? 

C. No, I can't. [Light is seen through ivindow.] 

J. I'm a thinking Captain it's the Gas-house, it is. Oh boys, look at 
that, a'n't your teeth weeping— aint they? Hold there, don't be drink- 
ing till I give you a toast. Here you are, here's your Lookout Moun- 
tain Bitters. Where did you get that canteen? It's like a Demijohn, 
that, [to Mex] Here you are, you old Snake charmer. Here's the 
that'll tickle your rheumatiz, eh ? 

C. Come Jerry, are you ready ? [Ties flag round the the neck of Mex.] 
Now for the song. Oh wait. Doctor! Here men, all ready are you ? 



62 GETTYSBURG. [ACT 2 

Here'3 a toast, drink . "The flag that was lost unto none." I All drink.] 
Song by " Mex" or Charley, air "After the Opera." 

THE FLAG THAT WAS LOST UNTO NONE. 
Now in our prison at Richmond, 
Now ivith his flag — Washington ; 
We'll sing of tlie war for the Union, 
And the cause that teas lost "5 to 1." 
Their cause it tva^ lost 5 to 1 boys. 
The Johnnies now say every one, 
Wliala "long-strait^^ tale has their tiger. 
Will never his yelling be done. 

{Repeat, and chorus four lines.) 
Chas. Toast. "The flag of Washington." [All drink.] 
Jerry. Our girls of 18 and our men of '61. [Down they go.] 
Harry. Here's tp us, Jerry, Ireland and America— May the Bird of 
Freedom be the first to drink to Irish Independence. 
South Mountain Battle they boast of, 
One that we started and ivon — 
Where " ice mis " stood up to the tigers. 
And picked tigers too, every one. 
Stood up and there flaunted the flag boys ! 
Of course ive were five unto one, {Jerr*f, oh, of course.) 

Till the yells of the tigers were over ; 
, Till " we uns " had really won : (Repeat four Ivnes.) 

Till "we U7is" had really won hoys: 
Till "we uns" had really won. 
We flaunted the flag at the tigers 
Till " we uns " had really won, won, icon, dec. 
\_The song is interrupted 6y Rose appearing at trap-door, face all blacky 
with cup in hand, 6cc. Music ceases. ] 
R.* Home boys! we're free — the mine is open. 
Mason. [Outside.] Hi-yi-yi ; not so much noise in there ! 
'Jerry. [Zb -B.J Down! down! You devil, down! Sing boys, 
Mbx. hides flag — J. and others sing and dance a watk-around, " Pop goes 
the Weasel." 
3Iason. [At Voor.] Hello ! hello ! What's all this noise about ? Eh, 
what's the matter? Put out that light! [Points pistol.] You know its 
nine o'clock ? What's going on here? What's all that yelling about? 
You Irish, what is it ? 

J. Oh, it's only a piece of a song we're singing, "Pop goes the 
Weasel " — that's all the matter with us, Sergeant. 

Mason. [At door.] " Pop goes th» Weasel." Well, now, don't you yell 
80 much about the weasel— hear ? Don't yell so much— don't yell. 
Sing if you like, but no yelling— [Fawns sleepy.} No yelling. If you 



SCENK3] GETTYSBURG. 63 

yell again Irish and wake me up. (Points pistol.) I'll— I'll wake you 
[Retire.] 
C. [Opens trap, Eose appears.] We're free! 

Eose. [Shou-s cup.] Free as air. Where's Harry ? [Calls.] Harry ! 
C. [Shakes hands.] Thank Heaven, Captain, thank Heaven. 
Harry, Harry! Come boys, we're free! Make ready— get up 
and get— no ceremony—go now— get your blankets— P 11— everything you 
can! Hurry up— pack up— make no noise. Jerry, watch that win- 
dow — sharp now. (Men scamper out r.) Oh ! we'll see who's Topsey, 
now. [Exit R.J 

J. [On look-out box— drinking, &c.] You hear it, Captain? School's 
out. We're masters now. [Looks out.] Look at that fire! There's 
a toast. [Drinks.] 

Hai-ry. [Sitting on bed.] Free ! Liberty ! And shall I go— go— leave 
her? Shall I- shall I? [Puzzled.] 

Rose. [ToMex.] Shake hands— [Z>rops cw^j.j— shake hands my friendi 
shake hands. Look at them, black— black but free! 

Mex. Yes, sah; shakehands— shake hands— shake hands again for 
old Joe. You mind old Joe ? He got de cup. Dat's de mind- 
mind old Joe ? Yes, sah ; sure 

Rose. Yes, yes, old Joe; shake hands for old Joe — old Joe for- 
ever ! 

Jerry, [ Gives R drink from canteen, then drinks from cup ' himself,] 
Here, Captain, drink — drink to old Joe ! Luck to old Joe ! Health 
and long life to old Joe ! [Drinks.] Troth an(^ I feel joyous this 
night. 

[Mex, shores flag to Rose — by play. Chas. enters — writes icith chalk 
on prison walls. Men enter Vi.—some icith blankets, &c. — they 
follow Rose dotcn ihe trap; each- one shaking hands with Mex.] 

Rose. Come boys; are you ready? Harry! Harry! Thinking 
are you— thinking ? Come ! Freedom ! Strike ! Follow ! Hold .' 
Remember men when out upon the road you keep unto the right ; 
some English guns are on the left. Come now, home ! 

Harry. [Rising.] English guns — English guns ! 

Mex. Yes, sah; I here dat talk out dar of English guns Yes, 
sah ; sure, new guns— bran new English guns. Yes, sah ; ture. 

J. [Pause.] Will we ever forgive her, boys, England— will we ? 

H. Forgive her ? Yes. [Pause.] When heaven forgives hell ! 
[Paces tip and doicn.] English guns— English guns. 

J. Troth and we'll be down on England for this forever; yes, double 
forever. [To H.\ Come, Captain, let's be off. Go it now— you first- 
down ! No thinking now. Strike for home ! 

H. No, no, Jerry; the first down's the Doctor; he got the cup. 
Come, Doctor, come along ; you first. 

J. Yes, yes; true enough. Come, Doc! Hurry up — down — dowm, 
you old " Home-"pathic," down ! 



64 GETTYSBURG. [Act 2 

Mex. No, eah ; no, sah. I stay here ; stay with sick men. 

J, With the eickmen! You hear him, boys? Troth he has the 
heart of an angel in him— he has. 

H. [To Mex.] Good bye! You good old soul, good bye! [Exit 
trap."] 

Mex. Good bye, sah ; good bye, sah ! [Shakes hands.} You mind old 
Joe, Captain— mind old Joe— shoot for old Joe. [H. waves arm.'] Shoot 
for old Joe ! 

Jerry. [In trap.] Troth and we'll mind old Joe and Mexico, all of 
us. Good bye ! [Takes hand.] Hush ! Hush ! [Post calls outside, alPs 
well! Post No. 1. All's well! Post No. 2, Ac] Still! Still! On your 
lives! Keep still! [Outside. AlVs well! Post No. 6] No. 6 ; that's 
him here ; old Northern lights Troth and it is well, you d-d old sece- 
der! [Exit trap.] 

Mex. [To next man.] Good bye, sah ; good bye, sab, &c. Mind old 
Joe — dat's de miud. Shoot for old Joe. [To one man.] Good bye, 
Pittsburg ; good bye, good bye, sab ; mind me to Engine boys, when 
you go dar, mind me to Engine boys. Grood bye ! Shoot for old Joe- 
he set you free, &c. [To Clias.] Here, Captain, turn out — turn out 
now— time's out. Good bye to you. [Pause.] What dat you writing 
dar? What all dat is? 

Cfhas. Yes, yes: I'm there in a minute. [Reading.] 
Stonewalls do not a prison make, 

Nor iron bars a jail ; 
Through, all we break, and freedom take, 
And leave our strata for bail. 

— " TOPSEY." 

Mex.' Straw ! Dat good bail, Captain. Good bye, sah ! 

Chas. And now good bye : good bye, old friend ; God bless you ; now 
good bye ! [Embraces— Exit trap.] 

Mex. [Calling down trap.] Captain, Captain — here de cup, here de 
cup. Mind old Joe ! Shoot for old Joe ! He set you free ! Good bye,. 
good bye, &c. [Pause.] 

Preston. [Staggers in r. icounded head tied up.] No sleep! No sleep! 
No sleep, <fec. 

Mex. See dar? Bar's dat poor boy Preston. [Goes to him.] What de 
matter, boy ? What de matter now ? Here's me ! Here's old Doctor ! 
Know old Doctor? Come, come here, boy; come to old Doctor, come! 
[Preston breaks from Mex — runs wild ^round the room — mounts the look- 
out box, shotits fire ! Ure ! and is shot down by guard outside— falls in^ 
arms of Mex., speaks " Mother " — dies—^ells outside — hi-yi-yi — Mex. 
tears a piece from the flag, places on heart and kneels. Curtain. 



Scene 1.] GETTYSBURG. 65 

ACT THIRD. SCENE FIRST. 

[Tomb of Washington — ttoo soldiers guarding it ; one (U. S.) at four l. k. 
one {C.S.) behind scene four r. e. Time— night. 

Rose. [At 4 L. E. White handkerchief round 7ieck.] Hi Johnny ! Ho 
Johnny, jump up! Are you sleeping ? [Pause.] There he is! Ready 
for a trade, Johnny, eh? 

Johnson. [Behind the scene.] Yes, yes, any day; free trade. Go it, 
[Rose places Coffee on a log near tomb and exit i,. J. enters R. wearing red 
handkerchief on neck, takes Coffee and leaves Tobacco, exit R. Rose enters 
again, &c.] 

R. What kind of tobacco's this you're giving us? 

J. [Behind scene.] Navy ! [Pause.] What kind of Coffee's this? 

R. Army. [Pause.] What are you doing so far away from your 
lines? You fellows ! I'd like to know. 

J. Oh, overseeing things generally. 

R. Of course it's none of my business — secrets. 

J. I know. [Pause.] We're guarding this tomb of Washington for 
one thing ! 

R. Guarding this tomb ? Why, so are we. 

J. You! [Pause.] Honor bright? 

R. Yes ; honor bright ; no lying here. Guarding this tomb, we are. 
[Pause.] Not fight about guarding it, will we? 

J. Oh no, guess not— not this time ! 

R. When's your time out, Johnny ? Come, no secrets. 

J. Oh, I'm in for the war — I am. How long have you to serve your- 
self? 

R. Only two more years— that's all— unless sooner shot. [Pause, 
eating.] Oh, Johnny, do you fellows get enough to eat over there? I 
hear you don't? How is that — so or vnso? 

J. Oh, it's fighting, "we uns" think of, not eating. 

R. Do you get enough of that? 

J. Of what? 

R. Fighting, 

J. No, can't get enough. 

R. Can't get enough ? 

J. Ni>, you're starving us, starving us. [Pause.] Well, I'm going in 
now, Yank. It's about time I guess — four o'clock— good bye ! Oh wait 
—a word— we'uns have got orders to fire on "you'uns" to-morrow, you 
know that? 

R. That so? [Exilh.] 

J. So, I'm telling you. So, mind, you pickets, keep shady to- 
morrow — understand ? If you don't you might get a leaf of absence. 
Good-bye. [Enters R.] [Good-bye. Pause] [Places a letter under log 
•and exit b..— Sound of whip-poor-will— Fkrcy Cook enters L. ; takes letter 



66 GETTYSBURG. [ACTS 

from log ; strikes a match and read^; looks at toatch; ivalks up and down 
agitated— Noise R.] 

Percy. Hark ! What's that ? Some one coming ! [Hides 4 R. E.] 
[Harrt Cook, arm tied up, attended by old Joe, enters 3 B. e.] 

Joe. \ Looking 'round.] Whar is dat light I seed just now? Whar is 
it ? I seed a light 'round har somewhar. 

If. There, there, my good old man, let's rest ourselves. Let's rest. 
[Sits on log.] Where are we now ? What place is this— you know ? How 
still ! 

Joe. [Looks ^ round, takes off hat.] Dis har? dis har place? Dis bar's 
de grave of great George Washington ! 

H. Washington! [Cap off— pause.] I wonder if he dreams ! No. 

Joe. I wonder what dat light was har. I seed a light 'round har 
somewhar, I know. 

H. Light ! light ! [Points to tomb.] There it is— there is the won- 
derful light— the ever-shinitig star of Washington ! 

Joe. No, sir; dis no star light— no, sir. Bar's some one lives around 
har somewhar, sure. 

H. Yes, and will live here forever and forever ! [Noise. P. breaks a 
stick] Hark! What's that? What's that— eh? [Pause.] I think I 
hear those dogs again. 

Joe. What! Hear de dogs— do you? [Pame.] Humph! [Soicnd of 
bird.] Hear 'em yet ? I doesn't. I hear dat bird. I guess you didn't 
hear 'em. 

P. [Aside.] My signal. I must get them away from here. [Exit i. 

R. E.] 

H. Perhaps not. I fancy every sound I bear's the bark of dogs. 
[Drinks from canteen.] But come, old man, sit down with me, sit down ; 
you should be tired now. Come. 

Joe. [Sits.] Yes, sir, yes, sir ; How is de arm, dis one ? I spects dat's 
very tired, now— sah? 

//. Oh, no ; that's not tired. Sit down, and so you are going to work 
to-morrow; ai'e you? 

J. Yes, sir ; work to-morrow— always work to-morrow. And is de 
arm broken now, dis one? de ball break de bone? I spects so — sah? 

H. No ; it didn't break the bone— the ball. No, it struck and lodged 
between the bones— nearly, very nearly divided them— nearly, not 
quite. 

J. Yes, sir, yes, sir ; I see — didn't divide 'em? 

H, No, not quite. And you work on fortifications ; do you? 

J. Yes, sir, yes, sir ; most all de time I work on forti'cations— yes^ 
air ; sometimes I fix the railroad har and dar, but most de time I work 
de forti'cations— yes, sir. 

H. Rather hard work for you, that^ isn't it? 

J. Yes, sir, yes, sir ; its a telling on me— its a telling on me. , 



ScBNEl] GETTYSBURG- . 67 

U. Yes ; I should say so. Why don't you run away ? Strike for 
freedom ? Not too old ; are you ? You know what freedom means, I 
suppose. 

J. Yes, sir, yes, sir; I know what freedom means. I know dat word 
— I hear it often — often, and dar's something in it tells me dat it means 
me well. 

H. Yes, yes ; exactly. Well, why don't you run away and learn 
the something, what it is that means you well? \_Pause.\ Eh? 
You're not too old; not as old as freedom, T know. 

J. 'iPaxise^ No, sir, no, sir ; I couldn't run away— no, sir, I couldn't 
run away and leave de Missus, now— now Massa is gone to war, de 
Missus all alone by self. No, no, I couldn't leave de Missus, now ; 'deed 
I couldn't, no way. No indeed. {Noise— harl:, of dogs,] What dat? 
What dat dar— What dat? Hear 'em ? Hear 'em dogs ? 

ff. Hold! Dogs, is it? No, no ; it isn't — no dogs. 

J. Dogs. Yes, sir; dat's dogs. I know dogs— hear 'em? Dat's 
de dogs. Come— run; dey 're on your track, de dogs— de dogs on 
your track— Hear 'em— hear 'em? Dey're on your track, sure. Come, 
come, take de water— cross de water— swim de water, or your'e gone, 
sure. Run for water— run— run— run ! De Lord of Moses help us! 
Run ! [Bxif l.] 

ff. Hold! Hold! That's not the dogs— no, no, old man— no, no- 
no. [Exit, pulled by Jok. H. leaves Canteen.] 

Percy. [Enters R. barking through hands.] There now, that send's 
those niggers oflf far enough, I guess. [K^icks canteen.] What's this? 
Canteen, eh? Full of something to— [Tastes.] I hate to, but I 
must. [Drinks.] I'm so hot and thirsty now, I would drink after 
the very d— 1. [Sound of bird.] Signal ! There it is again, and nearer. 
Now for mine. [Goe^ to 4 R. e. whistles so and so.] 'Tis breaking day. 
[Looks at u-atch— paces.] Love her! Heaven know's I love her— the 
only being that I ever loved; and shall I now confess? No, no-jno, 
I'll hide my love in deeds; 'tis deeds should speak a soldier's love, 
and shall now mine. Yes ; love shall speak in deeds. I'll do such 
deeds in time, will work revenge upon her foes, that her heart cannot 
doubt. Revenge! Yes; that it is, will conquer now. 'Tis sweet to 
woman, and revenue I'll give. Oh, I'll reason her to love. I'll win 
her now or never— never speak of love again. [Pause.] And my oath. 
Yes; I'll tell her now, I break my oath unto the war to keep my 
oath to her. She must— she shall believe— [Sound of brd.] Again ! 
Hark? What's that! Footsteps? Yes ; some one's coming. 'Tis she, 
[Pause.] Right; 'tis she. Welcome revenge! [Exit 4 R. e.| 

Han-y, [Enters L takes canteen.] Hark ! I hear voices ! Yes ; and 
coming nearer, nearer this way. [Hides 4 L. E.] 

Bell. [Eenters r with Percy.] And you arc come to tell me this? 

Percy. To tell you first, and face to face, as right and fair I should, 
I am— 



68 GETTYSBURG. [ACT 3 

Harry. \^AHde.'] My brother's voice! 

Percy. To you it was I gave my word— aye, oath— that should the 
North at any time forget the Union's flag to bow and chant its prayers 
for victory to these heathen gods— these slaves— then I, for one, would 
then the North forget and war the South no more. That oath I've 
come to keep. 'Tis time. The North is changed ; its cause, dissolved ; 
it wars for slaves. My eyes are opened and I see the light— 'tis dark ! 

B. Brave words, Percy, brave words ! [ Walks to and fro.\ 

P. Brave and true ! The dearest wish I have's to prove them so. 

B. And now you leave the flag? Yes, 'tis time. 

P. No, no ; Cousin, I do not leave the flag — no, no, I leave the cause, 
it's hatpful, new-born cause. You know my oath. I cannot, will not 
war for slaves, who dare not, will not war themselves. To fight their 
cause would wrong myself that's free— wrong nature. Heaven and my 
oath to thee. No, Cousin ; no, 'tis not the flag I leave ; no, no, I love 
the flag— yes, love it so I would not redden it in kindred blood for 
coward slaves— never! never! [Paxtse.] You do not listen, Cousin- 
Cousin you do not listen. 

Belle. [Pacing.'] I listen and I understand. . 

Percy. But you say nothing. You do not doubt me — no. 

B. No, no ; Percy, I nothing doubt and nothing say. I know that 
Percy will be true to self. 

P. [Aside.] To self! [Aloud.] Yes, I love the flag but hate its 
slavish cause. You know my oath, no flag can consecrate a coward's 
cause. 

B. Your dearest wish is now to prove that hate. 

P. My dearest wish, to prove my dearest hate. 

B. This dress. You still are in command ? 

P. [Aside.] She reads my thought. [Aloud.] I am and shall be till 
I own revenge. [Pause.] Cousin, you know my" thought? You do 
[Kneels bej'ore her ] Look in my eyes. 

5. No. 

P. Look in my eyes and see a purpose fixed and firm as yon gray 
Northern Star ! 

B. \Pause.] What, would you ? 

P. Give up — surrender ! 

B. Percy. 

P. Aye, myself, commaud and all to fill the measure of my deep re- 
venge ! [Rises.] 

B. You're mad to say it. 

P. Aye, and mad enough to do. I tell thee Cousin once again, I hate 
this party power in the war! Hate them, this freedom-shrieking party 
power, who now would tyrannize the North and make its flag their slave 
— hate them, hate them , and would have revenge as deep and bitter as 
my master — hate! What answer now? You know my thought — 'tis 
that has brought me here. 



SCEKB 1.] GETTYSBURG 69; 

• B. [Aside.] Mine ! I must not speak of Harry, no ! 

P. Your foes are now my own. Speak ! 

B. What answer Percy ? This— this hand of mine as far as thine will 
lead by thee, with thee, to the bitter end— revenge. Answered? You are- 
Yes, Percy, yes ; your foes are now my own, and I will aid thee, help 
thee, swear to pay the double-score; and now your plan — surrender all 
you say? 

P. Two thousand men ; my own and Harry's. 

B. [Aside.] Harry escaped! Does he know? [Aloud.] Harry's you 
say? (Bugle call.) What's that? 

P. What's that? You hear it? That call! "Advance"— hear ? Not 
ours, that, no, no — no — it must be yours ! 

B. Ours? No! [Pause.] yes, no— is it? 

P. Not ours — certain — no ! Come, we must leave this place— part — 
come, good bye, good bye. We'll write and plan to meet again, [going 
L.] good bye, Cousin, good bye, [bugle call,] Hark ! hark ! Cousin, Cousin, 
my heart gives way— should I be found, discovered now, 'tis death. 

B. [Takes hand.] Courage, Percy, courage now ! Go — think not of 
failure now, think of revenge. Pvcvenge, let that thought spur thee on. 
Good bye. [Going R.] Yes, write in cipher and we'll meet again. 
Good bye. Hold, a pass— yes Percy, you may need a pass; hold Percy, 
hold— stay one moment, stay ! 

P. No, no ; I'll risk it now. Good-bye. 

B. No! no ! Hold ! Risk nothing now ! Come, take this pass. [She 
looks at papers — moonlight.] Wait one moment, now ; one moment, now 
— wait. 

P. [Bugle call.] My guilty soul feels like it heard impending doom ! 
Have you it ? Haste ! I'll hide these tell-tale papers here, somewhere. 
[Places under log,] There, curse them ! [Feels ^ round for canteen.] 

B. Let me see? No ! . That pass is the one you gave me. Mind it, 
Percy? I run the guard and kept it. Where is that other pass? I 
have it here, I know. What's this? Yes— no; yes, here it is— here. 
Percy ! Percy ! Percy ! Where are you ? Here— quick ! 

P. {Advancing.) Yes, yes— coming. Have you it? 

B. One moment. (Beads.) "Good at all hours, day and night." The 
one — here, take it, Percy, and remember, now, that secrecy's success. 
{I7i the act of handing she's startled by a noise, (step of Harry), and crossing 
from the left to right she gives the wrong pass. Noise.) What's that ? (She 
crosses, <fec.) Percy, hush! (Pause.) Here, the pass. Still! still! 
Percy, still! You heard that step ? (Draws knife.) Speak low, speak 
low. (crosses to n.) 

P. Some voice it was. (Takes her left hand.) 

B. How you tremble ! Courage, Percy, courage. (Pause.) There j 
go, now— go. (He kisses hand; she, the knife. Exit P. left, B. right 
slow. 

Harry. (Rising.) Gone ! My brother Percy ! Percy, my flesh ! my 



70 GETTYSBURG. [Act 3 

blood ! Here— here upon this holy ground plotting his country's ruin ? 
Oh ! 'tis horrible the thought. My brother— and she. She! Who was 
she? Stay! These papers here may tell -some papers hidden here. 
Yes, here they are. (Pulls out papers.) Oh, Percy, Percy ! What's 
this? His own Commission! (Tears it tip.) 0! fool! fool! thou Judas- 
loving fool ! And tliis — what's this ? Some cipher-work Keep. And 
this? a letter of my own. I'll keep them all. What's here? A Roster? 
Yes, a Roster of the command— and this? (Pause.) There; no matter 
now. I'll keep them all, all ; and now away ! (Rises.) away! No rest 
must be while treason is afoot. No, no ! (Pavse— looks 'round.) But 
where away? Which way is mine ? This? This? O ! Heaven, guide 
me; I am lost in all. (Turns to Tomb and kneels.) Or thou, O! patron 
saint of worshiped truth ! Thou, guardian genius of the nation's 
hopes ! be thou my guide ! Awake— if so it be thy soul to us can wake 
in mortal prayer- awake, ! mighty soul! guide thou me on — guide 
thou me on through darkness unto light— guide thou me on to loyalty 
and love— guide thou me on to ward this dagger from my country's 
breast that I may die in peace ! (S'rikss on the tomb.) Awake ! awake ! 
Speak to me ! Speak to me— speak ! (Flash of lightning— H. falls — or 
the apparition of Washington shrouded in the flag.) 

ACT THIRD. SCENE SECOND. 

[Scene 3 e.J Woods— Time, night— Masov and Johnson on picket 
guard— J. with red handkerchief— M. makes a small fire near 3 i,. 
K. — J. watches. 

ilfa.sa«. (Blowing fire.) No danger in this, Johnson eh? making 
this fire here— What ! Think ? 

Johnson. Oh, some — some danger. But go ahead ; we must live — 
must eat— must grub, you know. Blow her up I . 

M. Oh, I know we must live, but I don't want to get my head blowed 
off for the sake of a little grub ; must mind that part. 

J. A little grub ? Six pounds of Yauk-^e beef. Little grub ! You're 
getting high-minded, ain't you? I hope your head may eat that little 
every month. There, thei-e, that fire will do. How is that meat? 

M. (Toasting 3Ieat on stick.) Oh! Juicy! Sweet! It looks like 
calves' foot jelly. I wonder if the Yankee's get meat every day ; 
think they do? I suppose. 

J. ■ Every day, I guess, except the days we get it from them. 

M I wish we had some salt for this, eh? To touch it off with. 
What! 

J. I wonder at your wishing for salt. Oh ! say, did you ever try 
powder with meat, Mason ? 

M. Powder with meat. What kind of powder? Sugar powder? 

J. Sugar powder! No; common powder— rock— stonewall powder. 
Ever try that ? 



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M. No ; not with meat. How does it go with meat, good ? 

J. Good ! That's my first rule in tactics ; powder on meat. That is 
when I've got the meat. 

M. Is that so? Oh, I must try that rule— try it on this, eh ? think 
this kind can stand it ? [Pause.'] What's the matter ? [distant lova 

J. Hold a mijiute; there's one of our fellows singing. Hear him? 
What song's tb at, eh? "Annie Laurie," I think. 

M. I don't know. I'm not posted much on songa. [Patise.] How 
is that Annie Laurie of yours, now? I saw a certain letter lately all 
the way from Richmond. Well, well, I'll never tell, [Paitse.] I 
wonder what's mine a thinking of just now? 

J. I guess, just now, she's wondering what you're thinking of. 

M. [Pause.] Yes, yes ; wondering why Johnny is so long at the 
fair. [Pause.] I wish this bloody war was over— I do. [Eats meat — 
song.] That fellow hums that song wfll— eh ! That drills right into 
my soul— that does. [Pause.] I call that good singing, Johnson— eh? 

J. Yes ; good— watch thot meat— it don't burn. 

M. I am watching. I suppose we had better save some of this meat 
for the march to-morrow — eh ? 

J. Yes ; 'twould be as well. We may run short of the Yanks to- 
morrow. Better save half. Nothing like a look ahead. 

M. Yes, or half a look. Wheie is the march to-morrow— which way ? 
You hear anything about it? I heard to Maryland. Everybody hears 
something about it— eh ? [Pause.] I wish it would rain and lay the 
dust— make easy marching. [Pause.] A hard old month this so far— 
eh. [Pause.] What's the matter? Listening to that song? Humph' 
Yes ; They're having a good old time in camp, the boys. You feel sen- 
timental now? Homesick, do you ? No ; You're letting on. Come, old 
boy, don't get "the blues " on picket whatever you do. [Pause.] Come 
and smell this meat— cool off your imagination. [Pause.] Come, its 
a-hissing at you ; you hear it? [Disatnt long roll and distant shot.] 

J. Eh! What! what! what! what. Mason, long roll? Up! up! 
up ! Kick out that fire— quick ! Kick it out quick— quick— out with 
it— out with it— pour watpr on it. There, get your gun ; I'll finish it, 
[Exit Jire.] Get your gun. A shot— hear that? Wideawake! Hide 
yourself— lively. Hark! Steps; some one coming. [Hides behind 
scene K. e.] 

M. [Behind scene L. E. Sound 'of bird.] Hist ! You hear that ? 
Lay low. 

[Flash of lightning— Vk^gy Cook enters quick R. dress, part gray.] 

Percy. Hark! What's that? 

Johnson, [pointing gicn.] Halt ! 

Percy. Who goes there ? {pulls pistol and drops it.] 

Mason. [Advancing, pointing pistol.] Who goes there ? Hands up ! 

P. A friend ! a friend ! Hold, men ! a friend ! [Pause.] Bless me 



72 GETTYSBURG. [Aci 3 

how you frightened me ! Why, I thought I had struck the Yankee 
lines ! 

J. Did you ? Countersign, friend ? 

P. Countersign? Yes— paper countersign. Here it is. ^^Handspasi 
to J., tvho strikes a match and reads.] What was that shooting about I 
heard just now? Some of your pickets killing cows again, eh ? was it ? 

J. (Looking at 2^ass.) Yes ; I guess so. Let's look at this. 

P. (Looks close at J.) Why, this isn't Jackson-^is it? 

J. Oh, no ; this isn't Jackson. No, no ; only a friend of Jackson— 
that's all, (Patise.) A spy ! Why, you double-hearted devil, this is a 
pass South ! , 

P. South! Lost! 

M. Lost ! Oh, no ; you're not lost, you're found— lost ? 

J. Blue ink, too! Look! (Hands M. the pass. M. drops it.) Hold 
him, Mason ! Search him for papers! Skia him from head to heel ! 
No, wait; we'll take him into camp— yes, camp. Wait till I get this 
haversack. Where's yours ? Oh, here it is. Oh, Jonathan !— nO' 
you're not lost — you're found. Come. 

M. Yes— found shooting cows. Oh, say, do I look like Jackson, eh ? 
What, do I ?— much ? Jackson ! Oh, isn't he got cheek, Johnson ? I 
wonder if a bullet wouldn't glance off (points pistol) eh ? think it 
would ? 

J. Hold, Mason! Come, now, if you're lost we'll take you home- 
right straight home — right up a tree. Come. 

31. Yes ; come. We'll give you a nice new suit of clothes, new over, 
alls; yes, and a new collar, and a new Jerusalem necktie. Come, 
come — oh, we want you bad. (Exit 3 R. e.) 

Harry Cook. (Climbs down a tree, picks up pistol and pass.) Guide 
thou me on I Guide thou me on! (ExitZ L. e.) 

Picket. (Outside.) Who goes there ? 

Harry. (Outside.) A friend to freedom, (Scene changes.) 

ACT THIRD. SCENE THIRD. 

[Gettysburg— J. C.'s house exterior— porch— rustic benches— a large box on 
one— Sam on guard.] 
Jennie. [Enters from house with packages for box drops one.] There 
Sam, pick up that up. I wonder what my Charley will think when he 
gets this box; that is if ever he does get it. There's no telling but what 
some of these Johnny Rebs may charge on this. Dear me .' what a 
load it has. Here's nuts and oranges, jellies and jams, pickles and peas, 
cakes and cheese, and brandy peaches— glory ! Won't he smile when 
he sees those brandy peaches? that is, if ever he does see them. And 
this cheese— now, if there's anything Charley is fond of, and over-fond 
of, it's cheese — especially, cream cheese. Yes, Charley says it's brain 
food ; his brain would dry up if it wasn't for cheese— cheese keeps it 



SCKNB 3.] GETTYSBURG 73 

moist. Indeed, his folks at home say Charley would get up at night 
time and ransack the whole house— kitchen, cupboard, larder, pantry— 
every place high and low— turn everything upside down, topsy-turvy 
hunting for cheese. [Faiise.] Cheese, cheese. Oh, I know he'll go 
crazy over this cheese when he gets it— if ever he does get it. I must 
put that "if" in, [puts package in box.] and. the nuts and oranges, jel- 
lies and jams, &c., &e. Oh, sakes alive ! I hope he'll not eat them all 
at once when he gets them, if— yes. [Fau^e.] By the way, I ought to 
send some reading matter, yesj some books or papers— something in 
that line ; to make a variety of something to eat, something to wear and 
something to read. [Pause.] Yes. Oh, Sam, come. Sam, you know 
-where those old song books of Percy's are? those small ones. 
Sam. Smallones— so big? [moves fingers.] I know. [.Going.] 
J. All right; go and bring me three or four, will you? to put in this 
box for Harry— see ? Your Harry. Kun, now— that's a man— one, two, 

th ree. 

Letter man [Enters R.] Master Sammy Cook [gives to J. and exit.] 

Jennie Right, thank you. Wait Sam, Sam here, here's something 
for you, [reads,] "Richmolid:" here, wait, something from Charley— I 
mean from Harry, your Harry, Sam— poor Harry in prison ; poor 
Harry. Kiss it Sam. There, take it in now and show it to Ma— Ma will 
read it for you. That's a man ! [Aside.] I know there's something in 
that about Charley ! - 

Sam. [Looks at letter, claps hajids, exit hou^e.] Cousin Belle, Cousin 
Belle. Ac. 

J. Cousin Belle, poor little soul ! there's nothing runs in that boy's 
head from morn to night, but Cousin Belle, Cousin Belle. That's his 
whole cry. Cousin Belle. [Pause.] I wonder if it is from her! I've a 
great mind to go and see ! I will too ! [Tarns and sees Charley entering 
right] Charley! Charley! my Charley ; mine, mine. 

Charley. Glory to Glory ! Jennie, how are you ? [Embraces.] Look 
at me! Look at me, my Jennie ! "' . 

J. [Looking up.] My Charley, my Cbailey! 

C. Your Charley. " Mums " the Countersign. [Kisses fier.] Your 
Charley, "hi-yi-yi" escaped from Richmond. 

J. My Charley, my Charley, and all well ? 

C. Yes, all well and hearty^a little poor, but that's fashionable. 
Yes, look at the waist of that vest, my Jennie ! 

J. And you escaped, run away, did you ? 

C. Yes ; run away and left them— left my straw for bail. 

J. My Charley, sleeping on straw ! [Embraces.] 

C. Squeeze me harder— I'm no egg. My Jennie ! 

Russell. [Entering i R. 'E., paper in hand a7id cane.] Why, there's my 
Charley ! [Halts.] Oh, I can't stand this ! [Advances] Charley, Charley, 
my Charley ! 

/. His Charley ; well I declare ! 



74 GETTYSBURG. [Act 3 

Chas. Mr. Russell— yours truly, all the way from Richmond. 

R. [Shaking hands.] Charley, Charley, how are you any way ? Well, 
well, I am delghted. Bless my eyes ! how you've grown . 

J, [Aside.'] Bless his eyes! And only one of them. 

C Grown? I? Grown smaller, ain't I? Just look at this vest; 
that's growing, isn't it? See where the button holes are— under my 
arm. 

J. Yes; there's a contract, Mr. Russell, 

R. Yes ; there is quite a falling off there. But you'll soon come 
round again, Charley — you'll soon come round again. And Harry 
Cook s escaped, I see. [Shows paper.] 

C. Yes ; Harry's with us "OK " — out on bail— French bail. He'll 
be here soon; a little poor, but still Harry. 

J. Oh, dear! I must run in and tell Sam. [Turns and sees Sam 
at door with hook^.] Oh, there he is now. 

C [Turning.] There who is? Oh, Sam. I thought you meant 
Harry. I wonder if Sam knows me. [Calls.] Sam! 

Sam. [Flinging aiuay book.] Harry! Harry! Harry! [Runs v:.. 
4 E.] 

Harry. [Enters 4. B E.] Why, Sammy, man, how are you ? [Kisses.] 
How are you, eh ? How is everybody ? 

[Mks. Cook appears at door ivith letter, agitated. Sees H.] 

Harry. Mother! Mother! Your'boy again! [Embraces,] 

Mrs. C. Harry ! Safe ! Thank God ! Thank God ! [Exit in house 
with H.—Sam clinging to H] 

Russell. There he is as large as life— Harry Cook, the very man who 
gave me the first contract. Well, well. 

J. Why, there's something the matter with his arm, Charley; the 
Wrist's tied up ; not wounded, is he ? 

C. Wounded, yes; Harry's woundei in the wrist— accidentally 
wounded, he was, jesr 

J. Wounded! Wounded! Oh, my! I must go and see him. Dear 
me. [Looks at box and points to C] There's that box— Oh! if he gets 
it— if he gets, my Charley. [Exit house.] 

R, Accidentally wo^inded, eh? That's bad. Did it break any 
bones— the ball ? I suppose. 

C. No, it didn't break any bones. No ; the ball went right between 
the bones, here, [Shows wrist.] and stuck there — fast ; in fact it nearly 
separated them— nearly— very nearly, but not quite. But it's almost 
well now— the wound. Yes ; as soon as the ball was taken out the two 
bones joined together again, united beautifully. 

R. Well, now, I'm real glad to hear that. 

C. Yes ; the Doctor terms it "a union by the first intention." 

R. "A union by the first intention." Well, now, I'm real glad to 
hear that, too, s.nd— [Drums heard.] Eh? What's that? What's that? 
Drums! drums! 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 75 

C. [Turns to 4 -R. IE.] Drums it is. Hallo! Hallo! Hallo! What's 
agoing on here ? Soldiers, eh? Home-guard turning out is it? No; 
Those fellows hain't got a homely look— no. They're old veterans, I 
think. Wait till I go and see what regiment they are. I'll be back 
here in a minute. [Exit 4 e. e.] 

Sam. (Enters fram hotise, runs against B., falls doum, gets tip, exit i R. 
E. shouting.) Soldiers! soldiers, &c. 

a. Hallo ! here. Well, 'pon my soul that boy's got good bones, 
down right good bones and constitution. See him run. Bless my eyes ! 
See him run. Oh, oh! he's down again— now he's up — down again, 
down again — now up, up again, up and off— now he's up with the sol- 
diers talking with them like an uncle. Well, now, [pause] I see they're 
halted near that store of mine. [Going.] I think I'll go to itj they 
may stand in need of something in my line. [Cannon.] What's that — 
thunder? No; can't very well be, such a day as this. No — no thunder 
that— likely it's artillery practice. Yes, must be. They're killing time 
again. 

John Cook. [Ent-.rs 4 r. E., paper in hand, powder hoi-n on, &c., pause.] 
Well, Mr. Russell, you hear the news? 

R. [Turns.] Why, bow do you do, Mr. Cook; how are you to-day, 
sir? [Aside.] I wonder now if he has heard the news, Harry— [^^«<f.3 
Oh, the news, what is the news? The evening news? You have it? 

John. Bad news, sir ; bad as bad can be. [Hangs powder horn up.] 
You hear those cannon ? 

R. I hear those cannon, yes. [Aside.] I must get him away from 
thatdoor— if I don't he'll hear his Harry. [Moves io 2 e. e.] I hear 
them— yes, yes. But them I've heard before. 

John. No, sir ; never those. Those, sir, are Southern cannon. 

R. Southern cannon ? 

John. Aye, Southern cannon— Southern cannon battling on Penn- 
sylvania's soil. That is the news. 

R. No, no ; it can't be true- impossible— no, no ; it has not come to. 
that — no, surely, no. 

John. 'Tis come to that and more than that— the battle's going on 
and going on against us. You see those troops beyond ? [Points 4 n. 
E.J See? They're falling back— falling back. 

R. As bad as that ? Why Mr. Cook— 

Joh7i. As bad as that, and now they must be helped — I have come 
to get some men. Some men I want to go to work and dig some forts 
and hold them when they're dug. Come— you'll volunteer? Iwil! — 
(Loud.) I must; my father's loyal voice from yonder church-yard 
grave crys out: To arms, to arms, to arms! [Pause.] They must be 
helped, and we must help them— help them to defend that flag. Come, 
you have some men will volunteer. You have, I know. 

R. Yes, yes ; I have some men will volunteer in such emergency as 
this— most sure I have— yes, yes ; most sure I have. 



76 GETTYSBURG. [Acr 3 

John. Well, go now, bring on them all ; the young and old, the brav* 
and bold— lets have them here, and right away. Yes, right away.. 
{Cannon.'\ No time's to lose; you hear? Have you a gun?— a good 
one. 

R. Gun, gun, I a gun! Why bless my soul. Cook. no. I haven't a 
gun, and I could'nt use one if I had ! Look at my eyes! No shooting 
straight with them— sir? 

John. [Aside:\ Oh, the deuce ! {Aloud.'] . Oh, yes, yes, yes, too true. 
I overlooked those eyes of yours; yes, excuse me. But Russell, those 
eyes o£ yours could dig these forts— no need to dig them straight, you 
know. I think so, sir ! Come, now, each man must something do — 
there's work for all and all must work ! [Cannon.] You hear? Come,, 
we must be stirring now and get these men and keep these balls a 
rolling hot and fast ! 

R. Keep the balls a rolling? 

John. Yes, yes, go gather men and arm them to defend that flag ! 
{Points out 4 R. E.] You know my oath, the oath I gave those men ; 
"swear no other flag shall wave where that has waved before," that 
oath I'll help them keep. 'Tis their's to-day— 'tis mine forever ; my 
life shall make it good, and if I die my death shall consecrate it more! 
[Cannon— to men 4 R. E.] Keep heart, my men, keep heart ! stand by that 
flag, 'twill win for us at last— 'twill win at last; it never, never fails. 
It never failed on Pennsylvania's soil and never will. Keep heart! it 
wins at last ; its shining stars foretell the coming day. Keep heart, 
and here on Pennsylvania's soil, your Southern foes will fight 
their last ! [Going to house; two loud cannon; J turns.] Ha, ha! you 
hear that sound? That sound's their day of doom; they're dashing 
now against the Keystone's arch, and it will shiver Southern Chivalry 
to dust ! [Exit house.} 

R. Gone— gone in the house, and I didn't tell him the news ; not a 
word about Harry, not a word. Well, I declare, that's too bad, I de- 
clare. Well, it can't be helped now. No ; he's in for it, I see.] Going 
R.] So now about these men to dig— these forts. I'll go and see 
to that. Yfcs, yes ; they must be dug— these forts— they must be dug ; 
I see that plain. [Pulls out note hook, pencil, and writer.] Yes; dug- 
dug and paid for. Let's see ! I'll get some twenty men. [Pause.] Paid 
for. Yes ; the Government must do their duty now, and pay these 
loyal business men who dig its soldiers' forts. [Pause.] Our 
Capital, North, dosen't own labor North by a long shot— not yet 
[Pause.] If it was only contract work now, I might make somethings 
[Pause.] As it is, I suppose it will not amount to a very stately claim. 
Iso. [Looks at ivatch.) I'll mark the men's time good, any way. [Going.] 
There's nothing like an eye for business. [Exit 4 r, e.] 

Jennie. [Enters from home.] What! Charley, gone? My Charley,, 
gone? [Calling.] Mr. Russell! ■ Mister— Mister Russell! [Drums.} 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 77 

Mr. Russell! Oh! those horrid soldiers' drums. Mr. Russell! I 
know he's sent my Charley off somewhere, and just to plague me, too. 
I'll scratch his eyes out. [Looks 4 R. e.] There's Sam coming now, 
and soldiers too— all— everybody. Yes ; glory ! l*ow, I see Charley. 
No; is it? Yes; Charley! Charley! it is. Yes; Talking with an 
oflEicer, and eating— yes ; eating something. I wonder if it's cheese 
he's eating. Yes ; like as not. Been buying cheese, ancl*a whole head 
-of it in that box. My conscience ! I wonder what's the meaning of 
thatflag— that diamond flag they have? Something new that to me. 
{Drums ) There they come— no ; they've halted again. He's eating 
with both hands. 

Mrs. Cook. [Enters from house.] Where are they, Jennie ? See them 
now ? these rebel men ! tarnation pack they are. Is that them yonder 
there; 'round top that hill ? 

J. Oh no, Mrs. Cook ; that's our boys, there, round top that hill— see 
the flag— see ? 

Mrs. C. "Well, are they falling back? I can't see— or shooting back ? 
I hear some shooting going on ! [Distant musketry.} Yes, you hear it ? 
They must be shooting back ! Wait, now here comes Sam, he'll tell us 
all the news ; he knows it all, no doubt. Well, Sam, what is it ? 
Sam. [Entering 4 r.] Soldiers, Ma ! 45th, 45th ! (Exit house.) 
Mrs. C. 46th! Why Jennie, that's the regiment that took our flag! 
Remember ? [Druins.] That's the one— the very one, the 45th ! 

Jennie. Yes, yes, here they come, here they cornel Now we'll see! 
Where's your handkerchief? Make ready ! Here they come with their 
rummy-dum-dum. Oh, bless me, look at that flag, how torn ! and look 
at that poor loaf of bread stuck on that bayonet ! Well, for the land's 
sake ! Look, you see it, Mrs. Cook ? 

Soldiers enter 4 R. E., tvith tattered U. S. flag and small diammid flag, {Sd 
Coi'ps.) Some have loaves of bread on bayonets, &c. Russell and 
croivds enter and stand on R. Sam enters unth drum, from house ; also 
Harry, also John, having a Iwig rifle. The colors, salute John— J lifts 
hat, (white.) Some men with picks and shovels, make up the rear. 
Exit L. 
Jennie. There now— there go the boys that fear no noise. 
Russell. [Aside.] Yes ; last time I saw them go, I saw them go the 
other way. [R. goes to Harry and John on porch. By-play. Sam pluys 
with Rifle. Exit John 4 L. E. H. turns back and leaves pistol on box. 
Exit loith R. 4 K. E. 

Jennie.- That bread— You see that bread, Mrs. Cook? 
Mrs. C. Yes, I saw it. I suppose it's some of Russell's best. 
J. Yes ; his best, no doubt— best charge. Look ! there he goes a 
talking sweet to Harry about it, I suppose. See him. You know I 
think that he would sell to rebels now at half price, if they should 
come? I do indeed, honestly think he would. Yes; sell at half-price, 
and trust them too. Look at him, the old dough face ! He's sent my 



78 GETTYSBURG. [ACT 3 

Charley off somewhere ; I know he has, and just to spite me, too. Oh, 
you— get out ! [Drums.'} 

Mrs. C. [Looks. 4. K. E.] What's that ? More soldiers, is it ? No. 
Oh, Jennie, what's the meaning of that flag— that diamond flag the 
soldiers' carried ? You see it ? "What means it? Can stand the fire ? 
[Cannon.] 

J. Yes, yes, I think it does meant that, or something like to that. 
Yes, yes: can stand the fire ; yes, I think it must be that. [Cannon.] 
Dear me ! just hear those wicked guns. You think they'll whip us, 
Mrs. Cook ? I'm sure a girl like I don't know. 

Mrs. C. They'll whip us— Yes ; when Sunday comes on Mon- 
day, but not before. 
J. [Canyion.] Dear me! Does Harry think they'll fight? 
Mrs. C. Oh, yes; he thinks they'll fight a day or so— a day or so; 
but after that they'll— [Pause.] "Simmer down," I think he said. 
What's " simmer down," Jennie? 1 never heard of that down East- 
Some sort of dance? you know. 

J. Dance, yes; dance, I think it means— some sort of a dance— 
achottische, I think. Yes ; that is the regular meaning of it, I think— 
Schottische. 

Mrs. C. Schottische, is it? I sec. [Aside.] Some fire-eating slang 
my son has learned in prison. 

J. Sakes alive ! See that boy playing with that gun — Sam ! [S. play- 
ing hobby iL'ith rifle.] 

Mrs. C. Oh, never mind him. Let him play— no danger ; it's not 
loaded. No. 

J. Oh, isn't it ? Dear me, I thought it was ! and Mr. Cook is going to 
use that gun, is he? 

Mrs. C. Yes, he says he's going to make it warm to-morrow ! But 
come, day's growing dark ; most supper time I think. You'll stay for 
supper, will you? Yes, come. [Going to house.] We'll get it ready! 
[Turns aside.] Looking for Charley, I guess ! [Aloud.] Come Jennie, 
he'll be back pretty soon— never fear ; come, Harry will have him here 
for supper, I know, come along! [Aside.] He's getting some new 
countersign perhaps. Come Jennie! [Drums.] What's that? More 
soldiers, is it ? 

J. [ Looking 4: -R. ^.] Yes, more soldiers, and coming this way too, I 
think ! No, they're halted there at Russell's. Oh dear ! look at that 
flag— all torn to ribbons. See? all but the stars ! My goodness, what a 
flag! 

Mrs. C. I see ! 'Ah, Jennie, Jennie, that'-s the flag will live as long 
as old Methusaleh lived. [Cannon.] Fire ! fire again ! you tarnation 
rebels— fire ! [ Waves her hand and drops, a bullet.] 

J. Goodness alive ! is that a bullet? Did it strike you Mrs. Cook? 
Oh you rebels ! 



Scene 3.] GETTYSBURG. 79 

Mrs. C. No, no. Where is it? You see where it went— this way ? 
It's the ball from Harry's arm. Look for it. 

Sam. Here it is, ma, here it is. [Sam gives it to J.] 

J. Dear me, what a shape it's in ! Why it looks like a hollow square. 
[Puts it to her ear.] Wait, can you hear in it? Is it haunted ? [Cannon.] 
Oh my, take it Mrs. Cook ! Murder ! Take it ! 

Mrs. C. Jennie, Jennie, that ball I would not loose for all the gold 
in Christendom ! No. [Kisses it.] My soldier's cross ! | Can7ion.] 

J. [Aside.] I wish my Charley would come ; I wonder what's keep- 
ing him ? [Aloud] Oh there's Mr. Cook down the way, see him? Now 
he's making motions! Yes, he wants me — both of us maybe. Yes, 
come, we'll both go ! You see him there on the road— see ? 

Mrs. C. I see, I see, true enough. Yes ; come, we'll both go. Now, 
there is something up. Come along, [Going and turns.] Oh, wait, I 
think I'll leave this bullet here ; yes. [Wraps in paper— places on box.] 
I don't want to loose that whatever I do. There, that'll keep safe 
there, I guess. Sam, you be a good boy. [Exit 4 i,. e.] 

Sam. [Salutes.] Yes, maam. [Cannon— distant cheers— "hi-yi-yi-yi— 
S. gets off gun.] Whoa now! Whoa shell bark ! Vf\i02i— [Gets Percy's 
pistol, Fathei-'s poivder horn and Harry's ball and loads. Noise— Charley 
enters.] Ho there ! Halt there ! [Hides pistol.] 

Charley. [Rushing in 4 K. E.] Hallo, Sam ! Sam, Where's Harry ? 
What are you doing? Where's your pap? Nobody at home, eh? All 
away — all gone ? 

Sam. Yes, sir ; all gone— gone double kick. [Points 4 L. E ] 

Ch. Double kick! Good bye, Sam; kiss me— God bless you I 
I Exit R.] 

Sam. [Cannon.] Whoa now! [Loading.] Load in four times powder, 
paper, ball and paper, [pours in powder— Cannon.] Whoa now ! Whoa ! 
Powder— paper. [Gets rammer out of gun and rams.] Powder— paper— 
ball. [Gets ball— noise.] Ho, there! Halt, there! Who are you? 
[Hides pistol in waist and it drops doivn his pants. Harry enters 4 r. e.] 

Harry. Here Sam, right away— quick— that gun— where's the ram- 
mer? What you been doing, inspecting eh? Was you? Haryi 
it here, I'll fix it. Get that powder-horn now, and those other things; 
that's a man. [Camion.] Fight, Oh! It'll be the biggest fight since 
heaven fought with hell ! Hurry up, Sam. There, that's all right, I 
guess. Kiss me. Good bye. | Going and timis.] Oh, wait now ! 
Here these papers— take these papers in the house. [Pulls out some.] 
Yes ; I might loose them now. Hold ! There's that pass of Percy's. 

Sam. Percy. [Holds out his hand.] 

H. What'U I do with this ? T^rar it up ? There, take these— put 
away in the drawer. (Exit Sam.) Percy ! Percy ! ( Tears up the pass 
slowly.) And now, that call to mind his pistol. (Looks around.) Yes; 
Where's that pistol ? I left it here; I'm sure I did— right here— right 



so GETTYSBURG. [Act 3 

on thifl box— yes, right on this box before I went out. Some one's been 
here and taken that. Who? Yes; I think I know. (Calls.) Sam! 
Sam! Was Charley here? You know Charley ? 

Sam. [At doo7'.] Yes, sir; Charley gone double kick. 

H. I thought so. (Cannon, Distant cheers — Hi-yi-yi-yi\) Yes, yes; 
coming — coming. {Exit — cool — i R. E.) 

Sam. [Gets pistol out of pants. j Powder, paper, ball. All right 
and — paper. (Runs for the torn pass and puts it in.) Get in there — 
get in now— get in— get in. Won't you get'in— won't you get in— won't 
you — won't you get in? Wait till I get Peicy's penholder ; I'll make 
you get in. {Exit house. Cannon — Cheers and musketry close. S. comes to 
door with lighted candle. Russell i-uns past from R. to L. Song in dis- 
tance — " The Flag tJiat ica^ lost unto none." S. places candle inside by 
door, (half open.) Gets sleepy — kneels and prays— falls asleep. Belle 
enters 3 r. e. Sees him— emotion— kisses him. Koise. Exit B. 3 E. E. 
Mare noise. Sam wakes — exit house, Mason and Johnson and two men 
enter 2 r. e. armed, <Scc,) 

Mason. {Sees Belle running 3. R e.) Hold ! What's that ? I'm going 
to shoot anything and everything that runs. {Shoots.) Missed ! Hallo! 
Here's a house; just what's wanted. {Looks in.) 

Johnson. (At Jennie^s box.) It runs up my back ; here's just what's 
wanted. Yes ; ammunition— good ! Here, Mason, come here. What is 
this any way, eh? 

Mason. {At house.) Everybody's out but the candle. Come— come, 
let's in and make ourselves at home. Why ii's quite a tasty little resi- 
dence, this, eh? 

J. Oh, my! What's this. We've struck— oil? Come here, Mason, 
come here— bring a light— quick— I've struck something. You two 
keep a sharp look out. {To men.) Come, Mason, quick ! 

Mason, {With candle.) Struck something, have you, eh? What — 
what is it, eh? Rations, is it? Oh, swear it! 

J. {Pulling- things out of box.) Rations — rations — fodder — food — fare 
provisions— provender— eatables— drinkables— wearables. • Oh, my ! 
Commissary soul, the Sutler. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 

Mason. Oh, what's this? 0— hi — o! What's this— what's this? 
{Pulls out a ham.) Goddess of pork I Look at us ! Here fellows, take 
it — don't take a hog bite— cut her up. {The men fight over if.) Here' 
Here! Don't fight about it — don't fight— give it to Stewart, Mac— give 
it up. Let him cut it ; he had it first. {At box.) Where are we now ! 
eh? What's this? {Pulls out cheese.) What is it! eh? Is this the 
Fourth of July, Johnson, or what ? 

J. {Puts on coat.) I'll never tell you, I know there's been a fire 
some where. (Struts wi'h hands in breast.) How is this now, eh, for 
Yankee Doodle Jack a Dandy? Eh, good fit? Fit to kill? Who 
Am— What am I— how am I? Am I or am I not? Say. 



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M. Well I'll Bwear ! D— d, Johnson, if you don't look like Washing- 
ton crossing the Alps. 

J, Who ? Washington crossing the Alps ! 

M. No ; I mean Napoleon crossing the Delaware. 

J. Who? Napoleon crossing the Delaware ! I'm thinking, Mason, 
your head's " changing frost." Eh, what's this ? {Pulls out letter from 
pocket.) What's this— a letter? yes, it is, I think; yes, a big long 
letter. 

M. Letter, is it ? Oh, read it— read it. I'll bet a cow and calf it's a 
love letter— read it— read the epistle. How is Cupid, hungry, eh— eh— 
eh? Oh, read it. 

Men. {Eating.) Yes, yes, read the epistle. What is it? Read 
it. 

M. What's the matter, eh? Oaa'tyousee? 

J. {Emotion] Yes, a mother's letter to her boy in prison. {Pause.) 
Shall I read it? 

All. No ! No ! No ! No ! 

M. No, no ; we'll pass that by. Oh, wait— look and see if there's 
money in it. Is there ? Look good. 

J. No money, no— nothing but tears. 

M. There, there, burn it up ; pass on to something else. A soldier's^ 
box this is, eh ? Or was to be. Yes, yes. 

J. {Burns letter.) You see those blotches there?— all tears. 

M. There, there ; no more about it. What's this, eh ? What battle's 
this ? {Pulls out bottle brandy peaches. A shot outside— men jump.) Eh ? 
What's that ? 

J. Eh! What's that? Wide-awake! That's close. Wait, wait 
now— still ! Hear anything ? 

M. {Pause.) Oh! Come, that's nothing; some fellow's shooting his 
finger otf, perhaps. What is this any way ? I et's read 

J. {To men.) See here, couldn't you men eat and watch too? I 
think you could. Try now— try. You'll get a share of all that's going 
—coming I mean. What is it Mason, eh? Can you see? 

M. Oh, yes ; see and believe- brandy peaches. 

J. Brandy peaches ; Oh, come, can't pass that. ( To men.) Look 
out that way now. {Points r.) Don't be looking at me to see if I'm 
watching you. Here Mason, mash that, take your knife— hither again,, 
that's it— once more. 

31. Peaches ; Oh, dear ! Freestones, I suppose— Eh ? Free's the word. 
There it is — opened. Heavens ! Smell. Here men, hold your canteens. 
{Qives some to men.) Here's your Gettysburg skedaddliug drops. Isn't 
this a run of luck, eh ? Look— look at the bubbles bursting and 
lauging and laughing and bursting. Here J, take a bit for your appetitc 

J. Wait men, I'll give you a toast. That's enough. Mason. 

iV. Toast, it is. Ready, are we ? Yes, read— y. 



82 GETTYSBURG. " [Act 3 

,/. May our worst foes be those of our own sex, and our best 
friends the other. Drink. 

M. Any man don't drink that, I'll brand hiin on the head with this 
bottle. (All drink.) Down she goes in spite of our foes. Oh! Isn't 
that luscious. I wonder who found out this way of saving peaches, 
eh ? Some woman, I'll bet. Come, men, another toast. Are you ready ? 

J. All ready. Toast it is Toast! What's your boast? 

M. The smile of woman— the best old smile a-going — (all drink) — 
don't we love it? (At box.) And now what 're all these papers about 
Johnson — eh? 

J. [Looks and flings them by.] Something about England. 

3f. Hello ! here's a handkerchief— what name's that in the corner — 
eh? Hold on, I'll look at it; lean read. ■ Jennie, eh ! "Very good. I 
thank Jennie in the name of Virginia. (Ties it 'round neck.) What 
next? Pound cake— exactly, molasses pound cake. Oh, well, we'll 
live through the night I think. (Breaks and eats.) I think we'll not 
get short of breath on this, eh? Here take some, some more — more 
yet. Good cook baked that— eh. Bet! (Distant song— ^^ The flag that was 
lost unto none.) 

J. Listen. Yanks singing — eh ! (All get sleepy.) 

M. (Pause.) Sing away, you'll sing a different jubilee to-morrow. 
(Nods.) (The men sleep on porch — Sam looks out up stairs' windoto — Comes 
down, steals out of loner window in night clothes, shoes in hand, pistol, &c , 
exit 4 L. E., slow.) 

J. (Nodding.) I'll swear I feel awful sleepy. My eyes— heavy as lead 
—(pause.) Hallo ! there, you fellows— sleeping? Come, come, wake 
up — don't let them steal a march on us. (Patcse.) I wonder if there 
was anything in those peaches. I feel awful sleepy. T wonder if they're 
poisoned— eh ! Poisoned— eh ! Oh, that's awful to think after drink- 
ing her health— poisoner!. (Little Sam an^ Jerry enter ^ x, v:.) Hallo, 
Mason, think those peaches all right— eh ? — do you? I don't. 

M. (In sleep.) Come, we'll take you right home— right up a tree. 
Oh, say, do Hook like Jackson— eh— do I— much, what? 

Jerry. Listen him. Indeed you're a brieht son of somebody. 

J. What are you talking about? Who areyou talking about ? (In sleep.) 
Let's start a fight. Mason. I heard the Yanks got paid off— come ; they've 
got dead loads of money, I'll bet— eh. What do you say? (Pause.) 
Yanks singing— eh? (Pause.) Oh, to h— 11 with your Bull Run banner. 

31. (In sleep.) Shut up Johnson— write a book. 

Man. (Sleeping 071 porch.) ^ On to Washington! On to Washington I 

Jerry. Dry up you old soap-sud, (pause,) if you go on that way again 
I'll lather the devil oiit of you. There'll be no more ham foryou young 
man— not this side of Washington any way. There boy, off wid you ! 
(J shoulders box.) I think the peaches are all right! (To M.) Troth 



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and I would like to see Jackson look at you. (^Exit l.) 

J. {Sleeping.) Hall! Who goes there ? {Pause.) Why this here's a 
pass sonth. Hold him Mason! Eh, what countersign ? {Wakes up.) 
Countersign poisoned! {Jumps up.) Poisoned. What, what? Where 
am I ? Whose coat's this? Coat. Oh yes, the box, box, box ! Where's 
that box? Where's that box of ours? Robbed, robbed ! Ho, Mason, 
wake up, wake up liyely ! Here, here, wake up fellows— wake up ! 
Where's our box? We're robbed, wake up I You hear? Robbed. 

M. {Sleeping) Sing away, sing away. {Wakes up.) Eh, what, what's 
the matter, what's the matter here ? 

J. Where's the box— the box ? We're robbed. You hear? Robbed, 
wake up ' Eat some powder. Robbed, oh robbed. 

M. Eh, robbed, is it? What, box gone? Ham, cake, cheese, every- 
thing, all— all gone. Oh my. 

J. Oh my, what soldiers ! Everything's gone. 

M. Let's burn the house. 

J. No, never mind the house. Come, let's clear out of here. Here, 
wake up men— wake up ! {Pushes them out 3 r. e.) Wake up, eat some 
powder. Come along Mason, come along. Yes, stay and they'll have 
you the next thing, come now, quick. Robbed! Oh my, that's worse 
than poisoned. {Exit.) 

[John, Jerry and Sam enter 4 L. E. J. white hat, rifle, &c,, S. drum.] 

Jerry. Oh, the blackguards, there they go! You see them John? 
You see them, there a taking down the road— you see— you see? 

J. Yes, something black I see. {J Jakes candle and enters house.) You 
watch them Jerry, till 1 see how things look here— you too, Sam. 

Jerry. Troth and I'm sorry, boy, we didn't kidnap the whole gang 
of them, while here before. [Sotmd of bird.] Ho, ho! There's 
their little blue bird. They're up to mischief now. They miss 
that light away from there. That's what's wrong. 

John. [At door of hou^e.] All right inside, I think. 

Jy. Troth that's a wonder. Put by the light, there, John. I hear 
them whistling for it. There. It must be neariy morning. [Canno7i.] 
Oh, there it is again— that bloody English gun. You hear it, John ? 

John. Is that— that English Armstrong gun I hear such talk 
about ? 

Jy. Aye, troth is it ; that's it— that's talking now. 

Sam. What is it Pa, the Armstrong gun ? 

John. Yes, child, the Armstrong gun. 

Jy. And does he know, your boy, what Armstrong means? 

John. No. Do you, Sam, my boy ? [S. shakes hmd.] No ; he's not 
that far advanced. But you can tell him if you like— tell him. Yes ; 
*' the rising generation must be educated." 

Jy. He's heard of England, sure, of course. 

Sam. England ! Mother England ! Oh, my ! Yes. 



84 GETTYSBURG. [ACT 3 

Jy. \^Aside.\ Mother England. {^Aloud?^ Well, yes, 'boy. Mother 
England it is— Mother Armstrong England, Eh, John ? Yes. 

Sam. Is Armstrong that the Christian name ? 

Jy. Is that the Christian name ? You hear that John ? Oh, troth 
its fine, he's coming on— foin. Yes, boy ; Armstrong, that's her Christ- 
ian surname ; you understand ? her surname. {Cannon?\ 

Sam. Yes, sir ; I 'rstand. 

.John. Yes; that he stands. Now, tell him, Jerry, of the guns; the 
surnamed Armstrong guns. 

Sam. They call guns Armstrong, too]? Why— 

John. Exactly, boy ; they call guns Armstrong, too. 

Sam. Why, what's the reason that? 

Jy. Reason! You hear him, John?— the reason. Yes, yes. Well, 
here, boy, I'll tell you now the reason why they call the guns the 
"Armstrong" guns— the principal reason. Listen. There was a war 
some years ago in English India— a war some rebels made. Well, the 
English soldiers caught the rebels— Sepoys, I think they called them— 
yes, Sepoys ; and when tiiey caught them they tied their arms— strong 
—this way— behind them to the cannon, [Crosses hands behind him, 
<t-c.] You see ? And when they had their arms- strong, this way— to 
the cannon, llicy shot the cannon off, and that's the reason they call 
them the Armstrong cannon. [Pause.} Do you moind ? Cannon they 
are— hig ; not guns like these. 

Sam. [Pa^ise.'] Oh, yes ; there were six hundred rebels— I mind. 

Jy. Six hundred ! six hundred I [Pause.'] Hold, boy. I know right- 
ly what you're thinking of. You're thinking now of the charge of 
Balaclava, the poet wrote about. But it's the charge of the " Ball-o'- 
Sepoys " I'm speaking of now— the Ball-o'-Sepoys. Troth there may 
have been six hundred in that charge, too, or sixty, or sixty-nine, for 
•all I know; but I wouldn't swear about that point, kase there was 
never a poet wrote about it. [Cannon.'] 

Sam. [Pause.] And would you shoot our rebels that way? 

Jy. Would I shoot our rebels that way? You hear him, John? 
[Scratching head.] Well, well, my boy, I wouldn't— I wouldtft shoot 
them that way ; no, I wouldn't. But 'deed, my boy, I'd shoot their 
flag that way— troth I would— ram it in the cannon's mouth, my boy, 
and blow it lo the— to the— the— the fellow in the moon. I would,. my 
boy, I would. 

Pose. ^[ With u'hite handkerchief round neck, enters 4 L. E.] Hallo! 
here, everybody I That you, Jerry ? Spry, spry now, they're coming. 
[A shot outside R.J Hear them The early birds are after worms. 

Jeiry. Troth I do hear them. [Looking ti.] I think I'll put this out 
for good. [Bloirs out candle and x>uts in house.] ' Troth and see them 
now, I do. There's one by that big apple tree, beyond. You see 
him, John? It's climbing up, he is, you see him ? [five or six shots R.-l 



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Ah, they see us now— scatter— stand back there, boy— stand back— stand 
back! 

John. [Shoots and loads, using ihe English papers— fills pockets ivith 
them, cfcc] 

Jy. There, easy, John, easy now ; don't fight them here. No; you 
do, they'll burn the house, they will. 

John. House; never mind. Come, blaze away ! (Shots.) Don't stop 
for that — shoot— shoot— ^hoot with care ! 

Hose. That's it, John ; shoot at the head of the SeceshaiVe. [Shoots,] 

Jy. Troth there's Artillery now, it is You see it shining there 
beyond that apple tree, you see, beside the flag ? Troth that's artillery, 
sure. Come, John, come, let's take the woods ; that guu'll sweep the 
roads— it will ; come, fall back— the woods— quick— quick ! come by 
there, boy— come, John. 

John. Hold! One more, Jerry— one ! Jerry, to their flag! 

Jy Well, do shoot at the head of the Secesh rag ! 

John Is that it by the apple tree ? [Aims.] 

Jy. It is. Troth and I'll blow a hole in it myself. 

John. [Shoots.] Down, isn't? Yes, its down, I think. 

Jy. Down it is, by the ghost of Adam! Come now, John, come, 
let them alone. That's it, come. [Shouts.] The top of the morning 
to you. Troth I see them making for that gun. [Pause.] I'd sell my 
soul to the devil to capture an Armstrong gun, I would. [Exeunt 
all 4 L E.] 

[Mason, Johnson and Southern Soldiers enter 4 r. e. One piece of artil- 
lery, one rattlesnake flag umh sharp nail on staff to stand it. Mason 
loith r</pe. 

Johnson. Yes, jump now, you penitentiary substitutes! Here, two 
of you men go down the road and watch them out of sight. You. 
Mac, go, and Stuart. Hurry on, and mind, don't fire back unless they 
come in force ; save shots. One of you get up a tree. {Exit two men.) 
Well, men, we're going to have a goodly day to-day, and going to bjtriu 
it with a Yankee execution— a hanging business. Blue Monday, this, 
for one man, sure. How is this rope, Mason ? Think it strong enough ? 
Cotton, eh ? 

Mason. [Fixing rope on tree.] Cotton, yes. If it breaks you know 
it's easy doubled up. There— that'll do, I guess. Eh? and just on time. 
See, here comes Dick. 

Dick. [Entering 4 R. E., to J.] Well, Sergeant, how are all the men- 
pretty fair? 

J. Yes, sir ; pretty fair ; about as usual. 

D. [Shows ijapers.] Rations this morning, had they ? 

J. Yes, sir ; all had rations— extra rations. 

D. Go in that house there and look for pen and ink. [Exit J.'\ Hurry 
up, now ; this business must be done on time. [To rmn.] We're going 
to make some history here, my men. There, Mason, that'll do good 



86 GETTYSBURG. [Act 3 

enough. Go, now, bring in your man. Let's get him through this 
busiuess quick as possible. [Exit M., R.] {Calling.'] And bring along 
some cord for his hands. [Two cannon.'] You hear the foe? [To men.] 
Oh, we have them licked, my men. We have them licked and we must 
keep them licked — yes, keep them licked until they lick the dust! 
Fight on ! One victory more on Northern soil our cause is won ! One 
victory more and peacs and independence day is ours. One more— 
that little flag will wave its shadow 'round the world, and all the world 
salute and honor. One victory more, the North itself is free, and war 
and Yankee slavery's at an end. Here is its home, my men, its union's 
arch, and here it is that we must win or die. Here must we crown our 
hopes or perish with ihem. To morrow's sun must see that flag above 
those works or red in our heart's blood ! The prisoner — well. 

[Mason enters 4 R. with Percy,] Halt him there Sergeant ! 

[Johnson enters from house with pen, ink, &c. Two cannons heard, D. 
drops pen.] What's that? Signal! Yes— must be. 

Percy. (.4< 3 r. e.) My boyhood's home! 

Dick. There that'll do, I guess. Take ttiem back now, take them 
back; then go oi\it to the picket line and see if anything is stirring out 
there. Lose no time ; report back soon. {To P.) Well sir, your day is 
come! {Pause.) Your day is come ! 

Percy. I am ready, sir! 

D. Anything to say why the law should not proceed? 

P. Nothing to say. 

D. Nothing to say. {Aside.) Short. I wish he would say something 
good or bad. {Aloud.) Nothing to deny have you ? You were caught 
in that dress— were you not? The crime you know— you know the 
penalty— death. Yes, you must hang. 

P. {To himself.) Hang— not shot. 

D, Shot, you? ^'o sir, hang! So says the law— so say I— and so it 
must be. I do mot jutlge the law ; [ execute it as I find it. Come, have 
you cords to bind him? {M. shows some.) Yes sir; hang you must and 
right beneath that flag. 

P. Beneath that flag? {Aside.) Never! 

B. Aye, right beneath that flag. Come, once more— have you any- 
thing to say? Speak, say it now— the time is come — now or never, 
(Pause.) Silent ! Enoiigh Sergeant— hold— 

P. Beneath that flag! {Pause.) Then let that flag, that sign and 
synonym of evil's self, now take my dying curse. 'Twas cursed of old 
in Holy writ and here I curse it once again— and thus, thus! {Pulls 
doun Rattlesnake flag, tears and tramps it tinder foot.) Thus do I right 
myself unto my country's love and curse Secession's serpent seed ! 

[A cannon — a hissing shell heard in the air.] 
Dick. {In lyulUng pistol drops it, &c., shoots.) Die, you mad dog ! 
[Percy falls— grasps flag— Hasos drags him 'round the stage, then cuts 



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his hand icith knife, &c.— Musketry on left, c/04'e— Johnson and men 
enter l. firing and falling back.] 

Johnson. They're coining, Major, solid e»i ?na.?si9. {Shoots "L.) 

D. Steady men— steady now. (Looks at P.) How, is hedend? No. 
Herp, take him off, now— take hiru off. He'll die beneath that flag. I 
swear it. Here, take this rope, one of you— take him to the rear now— 
guard him well. {M. drugs P. out 4 R. E.) Up with that flag there ! {Bick 
lights cigar and smokes.). Take aim, steady now, steady; don't waste 
your ammunition. Take aim— never shoot at a man ; always aim at a 
part of him. {Pause.) Remember now 'tis slavery you fight against, 
my men — slavery, the worst of slaveries, Yankee slavery and don't for- 
get it. Wbat'sthis? Orders? Take aim— don't waste a shot. {Cavalnj 
Messenger enters 4 R. E., hands paper to D.) "Wliere are you from ? 

3Iess. Col. Pickett, sir. 

D. Colonel Pickett. Take aim — steady. {D opens, reads, lurites on 
envelope, &c , exit Mes/f^ Here men, fall back with this gun— right away 
now : steady, steady, steady. Halt there at that apple tree. {Exit men 
toith gun, calling.) Steady men— keep together— keep together, now— 
don't straggle. Come, fall back slowly. Sergeant. {Exit Dick, then exit 
Johnson, &c., firing 4 R. E.) 

TABLEAU. 
Scene opens disclosing breast work— (green cloth 10 feet high)— angle in 
centre of stage; behind it soldiers firing R.; cannon heard in the 
(Jistance; U. S. A. soldiers, headed by Harry, make a sortie; enter 
3 L. K. exit 3 R. E. ; one soldier in rear throwing away a pack of 
cards; Sam last with drum; loud firing; Mason and Johnsos 
(latter with red handkerchief 'round neck) enter I r. e. ; Rose 
(with white handkerchief) enters 3 r. e. ; J and R. fire together* 
shoot e ich other, rush together, and fall together, dead, near 3 R. 
e. ; Charley enters 3. r. e. ; Mason shoots, wounds him ; C. falls 
near 3 l. e. ; Harry «nters 3 r. k. (Belle's handkerchief on 
wounded arm) and cuts down Ma'^on wiih sword near 3 L. K. ; Dick 
enters 2 R. > ., cuts at Hari.y and mi-'^ses him ; they fight 'round 
and 'round ; ^am enters 3 R. e , aims pistol at Dick, moving 'round 
and 'round ; D. cuts him on the arm ; S. cnanges pistol to left hand, 
aims and shoots Di k ; D. on knee and arm fights Harry and falls ; 
Belle outers 2 r. e., shoots and kills Sam, approaching Dick; S. 
falls over the breast of Dick, forming a Cross on the stage ; Belle 
aims at Harry; H. throws away sword, places liand on breast; 
Belle relents, th ows away pistol ; both embrace and kneel at 
head of Cr. ss ; hands clasped, heads down ; Jerry enters 2 r. e. with 
Arms rong <:un ; in it a Rattlesnnke flag— takes position in rear of 
cross ; Charley crawJs and taki s J 's hand over cannon ; speaks— 
•'Remember me"— dies; J. kisses cannon, lifts his hand on high; 
Ji^iHN Cook, wounded in the face, displays U. S flag on angle of 
brea.-t-works. Curtain. 



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